Lyrics:

Talking to my soul
I begin to wonder
Down in a golden road
I close my eyes and travel slow
I remember your eyes
Some enchanted islands

Talking to my son
He's killing me with thunder
From his machine gun
I close my eyes and crumple slow
And then I see reserved for me
The wastelands of sorrows, ah
The island of shadows
And through the blinds of history
Drumming in my blood, rebel songs
Bullets and blue eyes

Bullets and blue eyes

Hey...
Hey...

Talking to my soul
I begin to wonder
We're prisoners of love
Prisoners of history
I remember your eyes
(I remember your eyes)
Some enchanted islands

Hey...
Ooh...

We used to sit in science rooms
(Hey...)
And dream about the nuclear age
We used to sit in science rooms
And history rooms
And dream about the nuclear age

I remember your eyes
I remember your eyes