One Big Sky

Colored banners - color kills What color is the blood that spills If we don't see it no one will Under one big sky Guns and plowshares - promise land Ghosts of war stretch out their hand If we don't hear them no one can Under one big sky Under one big sky a voice is crying to be heard But in a world where love has died That voice seems so absurd We are children of the future - maybe we're just passing through here All depends on what you do here Under one big sky