Nights are lights
And the days are ways
I mean to an end
I mean to get play
Sorry, bitter, cold and sad
All our has and all our had
Don't understand?
Well it's not your fault
Don't understand?
Well it's not our fault friend
For when we dance and when we flow
All is real and all is unknown
Hold the mourning up to your ear
Praise the echoe of gone years
Golden bitter days of black
Turn around and bring the night back
Don't understand?
Well it's not your fault
Don't understand?
Well it's not our fault friend
For when we dance and when we flow
All is real and all is unknown
And on fire by the moonlight we're out of the way
And pictures will tell us what happened that day
Hours of waiting for moments of truth
Made it so restless, so governed by youth
Don't understand?
Well it's not your fault
Don't understand?
Well it's not our fault friend
For when we dance and when we flow
All is real and all is unknown