Oh well they're all exposed Like a cardboard Henry Hill Of the scarred ground in some foreign man's family films They say we burn burn down We burn down and we build For there ain't no sense in the stampede standing still Ohh here we go now All pale and fragile I like lakes but I can't swim How we're gonna laugh at the pains of parting When we meet Oh When we meet again There comes a slow step in the grand old dance we do A ducking here, a ducking there and the happenstance is whose? I've waited how many moons for the riches that the rebels reap Only to wind up with some fool who only dreams when he's asleep Ohh here we go now All pale and fragile I like lakes but I can't swim How we're gonna laugh at the pains of parting When we meet Oh If we meet again