You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons
With the money we’ve got...
...Panic bells it’s red alert
There’s something here
From somewhere else...
...Everyone’s a superhero
Everyone’s a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify and classify...
...It’s all over and I’m standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you and let it go
excerpts from Nena and Kevin McAlea
I never would look for a souvenir
of the world around us when you were near.
Walking through wreckage, torn, filthy, blood-stained
I’d kick down any structure that remained.
The patterns of clouds and patterns of stars
always would remind me of what was ours.
Walking through wreckage I would wreck it more.
I tear. I filth. I blood. I wreck. I war.
In the built world before the wrecking crew
the world before did what it did to you.