Lyrics:

Watch the skies for signs or planes
Same old bad news again today
Just a thousand ways to make torture sound polite

From H. Block to Springbok
Tell me when does the beating stop
I'm not prepared to just sit
and watch again tonight
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes

We have a dream
There's no use fighting it
Burning burning bright
Dreams can come true
If you put your mind to it
And you've been tucked up alright
It's burning burning bright
Oh don't put out the lights

From Moscow to Monterey
Maine to Mexico
Its hard to hear what the people say
It's like they've one foot in their mouoths
And the other in their graves

From H. Block to Springbok
Tell me when do the beating stop?
Are you prepared to just stand
and watch again tonight?
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes

We have a dream
There's no use fighting it
Burning burning bright
Dreams can come true
If you put your mind to it
And you've been tucked up alright
Burning burrrrnnning bright

Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes

We have a dream
There's no use fighting it
It's burning burning bright
Dreams can come true
If you put your mind to it
And you've been tucked up alright
You're burning burning bright
So don't put out the lights!