All shine and spark Like countries adrift Into the dark We throw the truth of it For aren't we all Free from fault And seek freedom from the frightend flesh But we ruin it all Now spring is back To melt the snows And confuse the heart Where its warm wind blows We're cooking up madness In the heat and flies Just to have it eaten up by their lightless fires She rules the wastelands With envious hands And you lose yourself in dreams of her Like some snake in the grass All shine and spark Like countries adrift And into the dark We will throw the truth of it