From the firelight
of a thousand tribes.
For every spark that flies
a million shining flowers.
With every ember burns a dream.
We play a part in some great scheme.
The city's heart is still.
The sky is always red.
Will our voice be heard again?
Time is running out.
Someone's watching out in space.
Planet blues.
Every human fall from grace.
We live under the sign of Cain.
And for those who dream
what we might have been,
you'll forever search the sky.
Time is running out.
A clock is ticking out in space.
Planet blues.
Every human fall from grace.
We live under the sign of Cain.
Someone's watching out in space.
Every human fall from grace.
We live under the sign of Cain.
Every human fall from grace.
We live under the sign of Cain.
Someone's watching.
We live under the sign of Cain.
Time is running out.
Someone's watching.
Time is running out.
We live under the sign of Cain.
Someone's watching.