[Verse 1]

It's like a conversation where no one stops to breathe

Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?

Such destruction, and pure white castles in the sand

No time for introduction

With all that money changing hands

[Chorus 1]

And the satellite says, "Take a look at all we have"

But the old man says

"You want my family, for your liberty... I can't do that"

[Verse 2]

Look into the eyes of any patient man

Whether they be amber, green or blue

There's a piece of God staring back at you

But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves

They see our broken women on imaginary shelves

[Chorus 2]

But the satellite says, "Won't you people look at all we have?

Don't you want it?

Can't you see the things that you lack?"

Children in his arms, he turns his back