And the sky is filled with light that streams
between the wings of aeroplanes
And in the dirty heart of each there lives a lie
The same lie told over and over
The lie that rings between bell and clapper
Sunday morning salutation to the heart’s defeat
At the hands that steer the rudder
The sky is filled with smoke that streams
Between the teeth to mouth an oh
So loud as to be heard around the world
And setting out from the centre stem
The mushroom cloud heads for the moon
While all around is turned to glass
By the hands that steer the rudder
Enola Gay - your name itself obscures
Your mission cold and all that will ensue
To lose our way our vision grey
Too blinded by the light to see
That this light is not the spark of hope
That lives within the cavern of my chest
while my hands they steer the rudder
between the wings of aeroplanes
And in the dirty heart of each there lives a lie
The same lie told over and over
The lie that rings between bell and clapper
Sunday morning salutation to the heart’s defeat
At the hands that steer the rudder
The sky is filled with smoke that streams
Between the teeth to mouth an oh
So loud as to be heard around the world
And setting out from the centre stem
The mushroom cloud heads for the moon
While all around is turned to glass
By the hands that steer the rudder
Enola Gay - your name itself obscures
Your mission cold and all that will ensue
To lose our way our vision grey
Too blinded by the light to see
That this light is not the spark of hope
That lives within the cavern of my chest
while my hands they steer the rudder