White Russian

Marillion

Composed by: Derek William Dick/Ian Mosley/Marillion/Mark Kelly/Pete Trewavas/Steve Rothery
Where do we go from here? 
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here 
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here 

They boarded up the synagogues, Uzis on a street corner 
You can't take a photograph of Uzis on a street corner 
The DJ resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say 
Surface scratched where the needles play, Uzis on a street corner 

Where do we go from here 

Terror in Rue de St. Denis, murder on the periphery 
Someone else in someone else's pocket 
Christ knows I don't know how to stop it 
Poppies at the cenotaph, the cynics can't afford to laugh 
I heard in on the telegraph there's Uzis on a street corner 

Where do we go from here, where do we go from here 

The more I see, the more I hear, the more I find fewer answers 
I close my mind, I shout it out but you know it's getting harder 
To calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with what it's all about 
I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's all right 
My ideals, my sanity, they seem to be deserting me 
But to stand up and fight I know we have six million reasons 

They're burning down the synagogues, Uzis on a street corner 
The heralds of the holocaust, Uzis on a street corner 
The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot our vows 
This resurrection we can't allow, Uzis on a street corner 

Where do we go from here, where do we go from here 

We buy fresh bagels from the corner store 
Where swastikas are spat from aerosols 
I sit in the bar sipping iced White Russian 
Trying to score but nobody's pushing 
And everyone looks at everyone's faces 
Searching for signs and praying for traces of a conscience in residence 
Are we sitting on a barbed wire fence 
Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home 

We place our faith in human rights 
In the paper wars that tie the red tape tight 
I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy 
In the gulags and internment camps frozen faces in nameless ranks 
I know that they would rather be standing here besides me 
Racing the clouds home, racing the clouds home 

You can shut your eyes, you can hide it away it's gonna come back another day 
Racing the clouds home, are we racing the clouds home 
Racing the clouds home
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