If paradise is such a fragile affair Then why have we the lion’s share? As if we walk the Earth alone Like infants breaking the cradle
There isn’t anything we fail to corrupt The flipside of the Midas Touch We’re walking in a world of glass With iron footsteps
We do the Raindance every night And hope the gods will treat us right And if the sky should tumble down Will it quench our thirst or crush us to the ground?
Have you a ticket to the greatest event? The World inside a circus tent Where clowns debate disarmament And wildlife live within cages
The parody is never far from the truth And mankind is the living proof A dying planet in our arms We walk the tightrope
We do the Raindance every night And hope the gods will treat us right And if the sky should tumble down Will it quench our thirst or crush us to the ground?
The answer’s very simple A World without its people Has got to be better than this
We do the Raindance every night And hope the gods will treat us right And if the sky should tumble down Will it quench our thirst or crush us to the ground?