Parallel Worlds Songtext
von Mo Klé

He said he hates
Salt water and the smell of the sea
Since that trip
From Libya to Italy

When his overloaded boat
Got into rough weather conditions
And out of 52 people
Only 10 survived

A coast guard vessel
Was luckily close enough
To pick up the living
And the dead bodies swimming

And while he was handed fresh water
And a golden thermal blanket
A Newscast TV team
Was filming the scene


And somewhere in a suburban street
Behind a large television screen
I watch the news indifferently
Wait for my loved ones soon coming home
Isn′t that strange
Isn't that strange

The way we′re living in Parallel Worlds
So distant like heaven and hell

It may seem like a science-fiction story
Or the remains of some ancient divine law

We are living our lives disconnected
Isolated, protected, behind walls

And the walls are made of apathy or concrete
Made of ignorance, barbed wire and of greed

Isn't that strange
Isn't that strange
I think to myself
I think to myself
I think to myself