Returning کے بول

Could we all be dreaming Of the suffering forming clouds on our feelings Could the wars be in our heads Could our children be safe in their beds Oh, where will I be when I wake up? Oh, will I be reurning home Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone When I wake up Where will I return? Could this be our punishment? The floods and fires, the bombs and liars For our Mother's discontent Could production be a slave? To the devil on a full rampage Oh where will I be when I wake up? Oh, will I be reurning home Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone When I wake up Where will I return? Where will I return? Oh, will I be reurning home Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone When I wake up Where will I return?