Regret The word still lingers through our graveyards And tombs We used to sit and watch the bright stars But in this dawn of a new day we just sit down to watch our time burn by So in that morning you came to us As a tiger from Tasmania And you said Can you hear me? From Mt. Erie From the tundra in the spring Through the smoke over Beijing Regret We shunned the word and turned off the lights We went so very gently into that old good night And the children will still play in old NYC ruins as we struggle to breathe Cause in that light of a candle's flame We can see that we're all to blame indeed Long gone words Can you hear me? Now heard clearly But your words pass by our minds And so the ball of yarn unwinds Slowly we drown Blame the sundown Oh, Europa counts her days As we sink beneath those waves