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
Such it was, so long ago
We always tired but failed
And now with new found consciousness
(Wasted and waiting, waiting to die)
Oh what a mess, as everything descends.
Oh what a mess, but everything amends.
One of these days he will learn to love again
One of these days you will learn to love again
One of these days you will learn
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
