Meet me at the water´s edge tonight
Running out of places to hide
You say that these are nothing more than words
But they´re all words from old songs

Junior was a champion dancer
Mama couldn´t make him stay
If he comes back with both his legs then I´m
Sure he´s gonna dance again

All this talk of war
Is it everyday
Hatred resides in a fitful mind and I
Don´t want to live that way

You leave between the stepping stones of life
Be careful not to slip now
You´re too young to die

Your blood is full of energy
There´s fire in your eyes
But these people aren´t your enemy
The truth gets disguised

Junior was top of his class
Said he´d be a doctor one day
Bullet in the spine
Now he´s paralyzed
And he ain´t ever gonna walk again

All this talk of war
Is it everyday
Now it´s raging inside
And the bullets are flying
Can´t find a good enough reason why

So many colors in this world
And all of them are beautiful
So many colors in this world
And all of them are beautiful

Don´t make your mind a prison cell
Don´t make your mind a prison cell
Don´t make your mind a prison cell
Don´t make your mind a prison cell

You have no right to play god
You have no right to play god

So meet me at the water´s edge