As their wings go dark – up against the sun
and their shadows pass – over everyone
and time unfolds – to a beating drum
I throw my clothes on a burning chair
I paint my eyes with the cold night air
the dreamer shouts – to an empty room
and the sun will shine
and the rain will pour
we radiate for evermore
and the world will turn
falling rain
in the end
there’s a silence
and the TV set doesn’t show the fall
the light is fast the world is small
and in the end there’s a silence
and the sun will shine
and the rain will pour
we radiate for evermore
and the world will turn