All this tenderness has come to nothing All that we require is being rearranged I've no wish to look to the future For my expectations will no doubt be changed Just rolling along on the rest of the waves My statements and strategies are quickly dismissed Poisoned pens in invisible paper Steel knuckles concealed by velvet fists What is the chance of us living Some of our simplest dreams Are all the structures we build here Really as frail as they seem The dying are the lovers of this modern world The power and the glory survives With radioactive bargaining And the valueness of our lives My turn to crumble My turn to fall From so very humble To nothing at all