If paradise is such a fragile affair
Then why have we the lion's share?
As if we walk the Earth alone
Like infants breaking the cradle

There isn't anything we fail to corrupt
The flipside of the Midas Touch
We're walking in a world of glass
With iron footsteps

We do the raindance every night
And hope the gods will treat us right
And if the sky should tumble down
Will it quench our thirst or crush us to the ground?

Have you a ticket to the greatest event?
The world inside a circus tent
Where clowns debate disarmament
And wildlife live within cages

The parody is never far from the truth
And mankind is the living proof
A dying planet in our arms
We walk the tightrope

We do the raindance every night
And hope the gods will treat us right
And if the sky should tumble down
Will it quench our thirst or crush us to the ground?

The answer's very simple
A World without its people
Has got to be better than this

We do the raindance every night
And hope the gods will treat us right
And if the sky should tumble down
Will it quench our thirst or crush us to the ground?