Black smoke, in the Brazilian sky -
The forest burns and angels cry.
Things die; one by one,
They leave this earth with each setting sun.
We try to close our eyes,
To paint the shadows with our daily lives.
Hey-ey-ey, We could be dancing
In the only green world,
That's turning around the sun.
We could be dancing, around and round
Until we all fall down -
Fall down dancing in the only green world.
Black gold, from underground,
There's a blanket of death on a northern sound.
Oil clings to an eagle wing, the otter swims here,
The silent scream.
They try to hold the line;
Their cry rings out to the end of time.
Hey-ey-ey, We could be dancing
In the only green world,
That's turning around the sun.
We could be dancing, around and round
Until we all fall down -
Fall down dancing in the only green world.
How can I help but fear
For the ones to come,
Who'll wonder why we left it for future years
To heal the wounds we've created here.
Hey-ey-ey, We could be dancing
In the only green world,
That's turning around the sun.
We could be dancing, around and round
Until we all fall down -
Fall down dancing in the only green world.
Fall down dancing (we could be) in the only green world.
Fall down dancing (we could be) in the only green world...