Now it seems
  To appear to us
  Now we touch the ground
  Arriving in this promised land
  Where future meets the past
  
  Red flags and tainted dreams
  Little pale ladies in dolly white sheets
  Pagan words and rose coloured drinks
  Mechanical steam underneath
  
  If to choose we rather take two
  The chances are too less
  
  If we turn to see
  And once we pick a smile
  Our lifetime has achived to touch a human heart
  
  For once we turn to see
  By chance we pick a smile
  One word - One touch of hand
  One single reason why