Testo: New Order. Movement. Icb.

My love falls from heaven
To talk of this strange design
Then it goes forever
Where all things never die

People look whenever
These races have been won
Minds just for breathing
When the means for this have begun

It's so far away
And it's closing in
It's so far away
And it seems to travel in

Taken from the killing ground
By all dividing hands
With no sense or reason
They came, they found, they ran

Taking good advantage of
All the things I'm told
I washed my hands of innocence
When you started taking control

It's so far away
And it's closing in
It's so far away
And it seems to travel in