Brothers in Arms - Dire Straits

There's so many different worlds,
So many different suns.
And we have just one world,
But we live in different ones...

Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high.
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die.
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm.
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms.