If paradise is such a fragile affair

Then why have we the lion's share?

As if we walk the earth alone

Like infants breaking the cradle

There isn't anything we fail to corrupt

The flip-side of the Midas touch

We're walking in a world of glass

With iron footsteps



We do the raindance every night

And I hope the gods will treat us right

And if the sky should tumble down

Will it quench out thirst or crush us to the ground?



Have you a ticket to the greatest event?

The world inside a circus tent

Where clowns debate disarmament

And wildlife live within cages

The parody is never far from the truth

And mankind is the living proof

A dying planet in our arms

We walk the tightrope



The answer's very simple

A World without it's people

Has got to be better than this