In a world of steel breezes
And tekknokratik zeal
I'm breathing words and meaning
Into this machine
I'm playing, lost and lonely
An outpost of my dreams
But I feel the crowds heart beating
In the Kissing Fields


And I'm calling out for your love
And strength to pull me through
To love my lovers' lovers
And know no jealous moods



In a world of race hatred
And genocidal fear
I believe that our message
Is colour-blind and clear
No! the planet is no platter
And the sword will strike a shield
But there's magic good vibrations
In the Kissing Field


Where I'm calling out for your love
And strength to pull me through
To love my lovers' lovers
And play no jealous fool