Crash And Burn - Pallas

Talk all we do is talk

All we do is scream, scream

Peace, we dream of peace

But it’s impossible

Learn, we never seem to learn

How can we always get it so wrong

We’re living in hope

One day we’ll all join as one…

Five miles high in a sanctuary sky

The shakers and movers conduct their manoeuvres

Like Gods on Olympus so safe in this place…

The dove hunts the eagle

Unseen, up on high, from an alien sky

Like a flash of blue lightning

A power that is frightening

To cut off his head with just one single blow…

The dove takes the eagle