We're on our way to the way to the core The wind has gone, the sun beats down We arrived where we've departed long before On your face the lipstick streams Without shelter under trees Loss of home, loss of heart The feel too numb Wonder when, Wonder when the rain will come
This is the time of tension It's the smile of defeat It's a touch of madness It's the heat
This is the time of tension between dying and birth While blood is sowing the sandy earth This is the time of tension where you starve while you eat It's the time of the heat It's the heat And neither fear nor courage nor signs of warm rain Then the sawdust tracks all run where Towers fall and shout again Will the rain come? A last flower: falling towers, falling towers