If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one,
Drying in the colour of the evening sun.
Tomorrowґs rain will wash the stains away,
But something in our minds will always stay.
Perhaps this final act was meant to clinch a lifetimeґs argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could.
For all those born beneath an angry star,
Lest we forget how fragile we are.

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from the star, like tears from the star.
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are, how fragile we are.

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are