Written by George Michael

It s like a conversationwhere no-one stops to breathe
Is it my imaginationor did God already leave the table?
Such destructionand pure white castles in the sand
No time for introduction
With all that money changing hands

And the satellite says"Take a look at all we have"
But the old man says
"You want my familyfor your liberty.I can t do that."

Look into the eyes of any patient man
Whether they be ambergreen or blue
There s a piece of God staring back at you
But they see our childrenand the old folk fend for themselves
They see our broken women
On imaginary shelves

But the satellite says"Won t you people look at all we have?
Don t you want it?

Can t you see the things that you lack?"

Children in his armshe turns his back.

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