Francesco Baccini - Sotto Questo Sole lyrics

The writing's on the wall brother

Your life is in your hands

It's up to you to see the writing's on the wall.

It looks you in the eye mister

It's time we stand up tall

Go see and understand the writing's on the wall.

Strange we hold on to things that have no grace

or power

While death holds on to us much more with every

passing hour

And all the time you thought it would last

Your life, your friends would always be

'Til they're drunk away or shot away or die away

from you.

There's nothing that you need sister

The Lord is in you all

Life is designed to see the writing's on the wall.

The music's in the air mothers

You may have heard it call

To you that you may see the writing's on the wall.

Be careful going home sister

Be watchful down that road

You've got a lot of love sister

More to grow.

The writing's on the wall brothers

Your life is in your hands

It's up to you to see the writing's on the wall

I hope that you may see the writing's on the wall.