Once the world was a wind-up toy, we watched it spin and dance

We watch it now from the other side of our last remaining chance

And the world falls down like some tired bull in a crimson Spanish ring

We've learned to love it far too late to save it from anything



Once we dreamed of a soft romance where lovers were sweet and kind

But gentle men and ladies fair we never seem to find

And so we've settled in lands of lust where decadent passions play

And we burn with fever through the night and burn with shame all day



And when the children ask us why as we know the children must

Why all our world and all our dreams came down to pain and dust

Will we blame it on the ones before who never answered our whys

Or admit we questioned far to late to save this dream that dies







Words and music:  Kathy Mar



Copyright 1982 Kathy Mar