Out of the blue, on the wings of a dove
A messenger comes, with the beating of drums
It's not a message of love.
Our childern are born, and we keep them,
They must have the right to live in the light,
To be safe from the storm.
And out of the blue, with wings on his heels
A messenger comes, bearing regrets
For the time that he steals.
But steal it he will, my children's and mine,
Against our desires, against all our needs
Our blood spilled like wine.
Over and over we call… no one hears.
And further and further and further we fall.
And though we pray that we soon will awake
It is clear that it's no dream at all.
Our lives are at stake.
I cannot believe, nor even pretend
That the thunder I hear will just disappear
And the nightmare will end.
So hold back the fire, because this music is true.
When all's said and done, the ending will come
From out of the blue.