When we dance, we looks just like fire
when we sing, we 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 tried but failed
and now with new found consciousness

We stand here waiting to die.

Oh what a mess,

as everything descends.
Oh what a mess, but everything amends.


But one of these days
he will learn to love again,
one of these days we will

learn to love again

When we dance, we looks just like fire

when we sing, we sounds the same tone
we all have hearts, we all have homes
but when we die we die alone.