No no attention to the writing on the wall

the works seens empty

'cause there's nothing there at all

We let the wise man beat the drums too soon

We work just children of the moon

No one to turn on

nowhere to run to even if we could



Too late to save us but try to understand

The seas were empty there was hunger in the land

We let the blind man lead the way too long

easy to see where we went wrong

Nothing to live for

nothing to die for



We're lost in the middle of a hopless world

lost in a middle of a hopeless world

Children children of the moon watch the world go by

Children children of the world

are hiding from the sun and the sky

Children children of the moon watch it all go by

Chjildren children of the world

are blinded by the light in their eyes

No one to turn on

nowhere to run to even if we could



Follow the pilgrim to the temple of the dawn

The alda's empty and the sacrifice is gone

We let the madman write the golden blues

We were no more than mortal fools

Nothing to live for

nothing to die for..



We're lost in the middle...