The streets are protection

Wiseman say

To freeze your perfection

Wiseman say

What if we could feel the power

What if we worshipped the clown

The streets are affection

And i am so naive

Was this the right direction

It's absents without leave

Chorus

What if we could feel the power

What if we worshipped the clown

And when we reach the darkest hour

Maybe he would be around

Maybe he would be around

Which way should I be going on

And is there someone looking after

When will I know if I have won

Will I be looking back in laughter

Don't know if I have just begun

And what's my mission who's my rescuer

Chorus

Maybe God would be around

Maybe God would be around