If World War Three is on the way there’s nowhere we can hide
La la las and pillow dark won’t help to stem the tide
So we try cling to something that nothing bad can change:
That we lived our little lifetimes through a bright and golden age

And love will hear my beating heart

We are like marble
We are like granite
We are like air
Like the sphere of a planet
Like the arc of a rainbow rising up to the sky
We are immortal and immortals never die

And in this last cold day of winter at the keening of the knives
I give thanks to love and nature for keeping us alive
I don’t know where we’re headed before my soul takes flight
So let’s smash the walls of darkness down and step into the light…

And love will heal my breaking heart

We are like diamonds
The core of the sun
Like the stars in the heavens
We are second to none
The arc of a rainbow rising up to the sky
We are immortal and immortals never die