Lyrics:

Hit the message, I can hear you calling

No one's going anywhere tonight

We conceived a modern generation
It was free but now we pay the price
We're the victims of our own creation

Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white
Watch the struggle of our own temptation
Instincts barely keeping us alive
Back to the rhythm that we all came from
Voices of Babylon, streets of London

Back to the people that we know so well
A space in time removed too soon to tell

Just a product of imagination

Patiently, we wait for our turn to come
A small collection of the population

By the time our number's up, we could be gone
Back to the rhythm that we all came from
Voices of Babylon, streets of London

Back to the people that we know so well
A space in time removed too soon to tell
Back to the rhythm that we all came from
Voices of Babylon, streets of London town
Back to the people that we know so well
A space in time removed too soon to tell
Back to the rhythm that we all came from
Voices of Babylon, streets of London