Letras: Kamchatka. Look Over Your Shoulder.

Oh,
what have we done?
Is it true?
Is everything gone?
Why didn't we
listen to you?
This could have had a different end.
I know.

So look over your shoulder, now,
and tell me what you see.
Does it make you proud
or do you have any regrets?

Empty

has this place become.
Tortured spirits of yesterdays children are
looking for a place to stay.
I'm sorry.
It's all over now.
The thought of turning this around
is nothing but an empty wish.

So, look over your shoulder, now,
and tell me what you see.
Does it make you proud
or do you have any regrets?