Drumming... the sound of the new arrival
The day that the world changed
The weight of a small bundle
It makes you feel so strange
Another plane goes down
For what good... you may ask
Strike one - strike down
For all your sins common sense
Building up to an apocalyptic climax
To suddenly stop
Building up to an apocalyptic climax
To suddenly stop
As the blood filled rain pours down
Wars on the telly in every country, town
Getting high on adrenaline
Who could have told me that all this build up
Would end up in something self-cleansing
Building up to an apocalyptic climax
To suddenly stop
Building up to an apocalyptic climax
To suddenly stop
As the blood filled rain pours down
People gazing up at the end of the war
The birth... of a new beginning
Who could have - or could it be
Is there a slight chance
Is there a slight chance
Is there a slight chance
It was the hand of God
