When we dance, it looks just like fire When we sing, it sounds the same tone We all have hearts We all have homes But when we die, we die alone
Oh, what a mess As everything descends Oh, what a mess But everything amends
Searching was so long ago We always tried, but failed And now with new-found consciousness We stand and wait Waiting to die
Oh, what a mess As everything descends Oh, what a mess But everything amends
One of these days you will learn to love again One of these days he will learn to love again One of these days he will learn to love again One of these days he will learn to love again
One of these days he will learn to love again One of these days he will learn to love again One of these days he will learn to love again One of these days he will learn to love...
When we dance, it looks just like fire When we sing, it sounds the same tone We all have hearts We all have homes But when we die, we die alone When we die, we die...