Stop - Fiddler's Green

We hunt the hare that grabbed away the meaning

We try to catch the lark that stole our words

While all the answers dance upon the ceiling

The questions seem to be a modern curse

The message of the rain is but a whisper, just a whisper

Which no one hears in all the traffic noise

Relidion peters out like an old blister

Futility is dancing with the boys

The monuments are shining in their glory

The endless roads find mother earth no more

We try to close the book of this damn story

And no one knows what we are heading for

Please put an end to all these nightmares

Make both ends meet

Please put an end to all these nightmares

Make both ends meet

Stop!

We fall without a parachute

Paralysed we wait for blessing in disguise

Stop!

We fall without a parachute

Paralysed we wait for blessing in disguise