All things beneath the sun, 
beneath the sun seem real, seem one. 
But all things are not the way 
they're meant to be, 
free from all harm and dishonesty, dishonesty, 
my love. 

No night, not one star that shines, 
no star that shines 
stands [bad word] and time, 
when hands faster than the eye can see 
take all we really love. 

Tell me now, tell me now. 
Hard to keep on waiting. 
Can I count on you, 
or do I lose you, too' 
Are we like all things, 
like people on a string' 

When games go beyond 
the game all others play 
No one is free from harm and dishonesty, dishonesty, 
my love. 

All things, all things we know, all things beautiful, 
soon we find they change and go, change and go. 
When fools want to take control of destiny, 
no one with a heart is ever free, not ever free, 
my love. 

Tell me now, tell me now. 
It's hard to keep on waiting. 
Can I count on you, 
or do I lose you, too' 
Are we like all things, 
like people on a string'