Follow, look around you.
Follow, tell me what you see.
The cry for help is in your eyes,
Your face, it shows your age, your crime.
Follow, look around you.
Follow, tell me what you see.
The price, you pay, is far too high,
The time, has come, to end their lies.
(Chorus)
Stateside Europe in the sun,
Stateside Europe on the run,
And the clown in the circus has a smile upon his face.
Stateside Europe in the sun,
Stateside Europe on the run,
And the fires on the hillside burn for some forgotten face.
Follow, look around you.
Follow, tell me what you see.
Somehow, some way, that time will come.
No light, no hope, no setting sun.