The Maker Songtext

von Midge Ure

The last day rushes by, and the moon looks so sad
No tears tonight, it's the best we've ever had
And the air's filled with voices and loudspeaker calls
And we just walz as we waiting for The Maker

The Maker

And in the far distant sky, rose a black evil cloud
Come to feed on the lives, of the fools who allowed
Stupid men fight their wars, with empty words in hallowed halls
Then leave us to walz, as we waiting for The Maker

For The Maker

Round and around and around and around for The Maker
For the Maker
Round and around and around and around for the Maker
For the Maker
For the Maker