Rainy Saturday, the streets of London still alight.
People without a face — a formless mass without life.
Watch a million windows burst,
Watch a billion colours flow.
Twentieth century, mankind is reaching for the stars,
But when you look towards, below their surface you'll find scars.
They hesitate to see the truth,
They don't care even for the news,
Their thoughts like worms, they creep and crawl,
But they will loose their masks at all.
Watch a million letters burn,
Watch a billion flowers grow,
Watch a million windows burst,
And watch a billion colours flow.
When I opened my eyes
I realised they came from the skies,
Create and destroy, hide and seek,
Can't you see, what they have done to me?
Watch a million letters burn,
Watch a billion flowers grow.