Bullets and Blue Eyes Lyrics

Talking to my soul
I begin to wander
Down a golden Road
I close me eyes and travel slow
I remember your eyes
Some enchanted islands

Talking to my son
He's killing me with thunder
From his machine gun
I close my eyes and crumple slowly
And then I see
Reserved for me
The wastelands of sorrows ah
The island of shadows
And through the blinds of history
Drumming in my blood
Rebel songs
Bullets and blue eyes
Talking to my soul
I begin to wonder
We are prisoners of love
Prisoners of history
I remember your eyes
Some enchanted islands

We used to sit in science rooms
And dream about the nuclear age
We used to sit in science rooms
and history rooms
And dream about the nuclear age