Broken Promise Land - Giorgio Moroder

We built this city with our hands

And called it broken promise land

I heard the whispers on the wind

They told me how all this would end

Pick a point on the horizon

Don’t stop until it’s gone

Pick a point on the horizon

Let’s take a loan out on our hearts

And give a piece back every day

I wave my flag but no one sees

Let’s dream ourselves away from here

Pick a point on the horizon

Don’t stop until it’s gone

Pick a point on the horizon

Pick a point on the horizon

Don’t stop until it’s gone

Pick a point on the horizon

Pick a point on the horizon

Don’t stop until it’s gone

Pick a point on the horizon

Pick a point on the horizon

Don’t stop until it’s gone

Pick a point on the horizon