Too many believe In some master plan cause its hard to accept Whats not shapen by hand. But here, under the sun, Where events cant be undone; Once superstitions spent - You gotta know, We want our brothers back. The hurt came down From the clear blue sky. The sands of time Went rushing by. It came as a shock, Wed shut our eyes. Is this all thats left, Just a slow good-bye? The curators frown And they wax abstract. But, man, if you've found love What could matter more than that? Its a crime and a shame (selfish and vain) To try to justify this pain. I guess theyll think what they will - But before the dawn Theyll want their brothers back. The hope came down from a clear blue sky. The sands of time went rushing by. It came as a shock. We'd shut our eyes. Is this all that's left, Just a slow goodbye? The hope came down from the clar blue sky. The sands of time went rushing by. It came as a shock. We'd shut our eyes Is this all that's left, Just a slow goodbye?