when you hold your hands out may your good lord show a sign and when you seek forgiveness may your good lord take the time may your good lord talk to mine when you light a candle may your good lord see it glow shining through the darkness may your good lord make it grow to case alight across the land from killing fields to desert sands from distant shores to where i stand will your good lord make it so and after all i think and do i can t believe that this is true if i cry out treason will your good lord make them pray all these men of reason leading nowhere lost their way turning riches in to rags turning rags into the street turn the streets into a hell may your good lord have his day and after all is said and done i can t believe our gods are one turning riches into rags turning rags into the street turn the streets into a hell may your good lord have his day what would it take to take a hold a sheperd searching for a fold the greatest story ever told somebody s lying if i believed in something would your good lord make it true give me the sword of justice show me the hate to put it through cut down the bitter tears the sleepless nights the waking fears the empty words the silent ears would your good lord love me too 
['new romantic', 'new wave', 'new wave pop', 'scottish new wave', 'solo wave', 'synthpop']