No more, love, our hearts will beat as one,
flowery carved walls have set me back too long.
Try to understand, our candle is once again dying
Our ocean went dry and now we walk these salty marshes
All I ever did was trying, but apparently we saw it all wrong.
You know it will happen again and when the day is done,
we’ll be passing on our sadness to this world of sin
For as long as we keep engineering or desire
as long as we bind it carefully with thin gold wire
We’ll survive as conquerors of or fears
and oppressors of our dreams.
