If blood will flow when flesh and steel are ine.
Drying in the colour of the evening sun.
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away.
But something in our minds will always stay.
Perhaps this final act was meant.
To clinch a lifetime's argument.
That nothing comes through violence
and nothing evercould.
For all those born beneath an angry star.
Lest we forget how fragile we are.
On and on this rain will fall.
Like tears from a star.
Like tears from a star.
On and on this rain will say.
How fragile we are.
How fragile we are.
On and on this rain will fall.
Like tears from a star.
Like tears from a star.
On and on this rain will say.
How fragile we are.
How fragile we are.
How fragile we are.
How fragile we are.