Talking to my soul
I begin to wonder
Down a golden road
I close my eyes and travel slow

I remember your eyes
Some enchanted islands

Talking to my son
He`s killing me with thunder
From this machine gun
I close my eyes and crumble slow
And then I see
Reserved for me
The wastelands of sorrows Ah
The island of shadows
And through the blinds of history
Drumming in my blood
Rebel songs
Bullets and blue eyes

Bullets and blue eyes

Talking to my soul
I begin to wonder
We`re prisoners of love
Prisoners of history

I remember your eyes
Some enchanted islands

We used to sit in science rooms
And dream about the nuclear age
We used to sit in science rooms
And history rooms
And dream about the nuclear age