Tribe After Tribe - The Mode lyrics

See those people See them shaking hands, lord Blood on horizons And love in their eyes, lord On sidewalks of strangers Of violence and danger Whooa They carry their weights and their backs are bent low Laughter of angels Cut and dry Flagpoles and highways Where light's in your eyes Shine Shine Shine through the danger of Violence of strangers Whooa They carry their weights and their backs are bent low