Patience - Remastered 2006

It's like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe
 Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table?
 Such destruction, and pure white castles in the sand
 No time for introduction
 With all that money changing hands
 And the satellite says, "Take a look at all we have"
 But the old man says
 "You want my family, for your liberty... I can't do that."
 Look into the eyes of any patient man
 Whether they be amber, green or blue
 There's a piece of God staring back at you
 But they see our children, and the old folk fend for themselves
 They see our broken women
 On imaginary shelves
 But the satellite says, "Won't you people look at all we have?
 Don't you want it?
 Can't you see the things that you lack?"
 Children in his arms, he turns his back.