And the eyes of the world are watching now. - Peter Gabriel

I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream I cannot make a single sound as you scream.
It can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch.
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm.

The wretched desert takes its form, the jackal proud and tight.
In search of you, I feel my way, through the slowest heaving night.
Whatever fear invents, I swear it makes no sense.
I reach through the border fence.
Come down, come talk to me.

Don't give up 'cos you have friends Don't give up You're not beaten yet. Don't give up I know you can make it good...