Minarets

Santa Maria, choose you're children Santa Maria, virgin child All our wars over you we are fighting And our time faith justifying Brother charged Babylon will fall Sister chained and bound, beaten and bleeding the TV's on, to me this explains it Wearing a tie like daddy speaks it Screaming from the minarets And later on we'll all be dancing Screaming from the minarets Yes indeed making faces Rain on the ground in a space God has grown Alone to a man looking glass in his hand He is holding up to you What you see What you see What you see What you see is human What you see What you see What you see What you see is human Yeah... Screaming from the minarets