If blood will flow 
when flesh and steel are one 
Drying in the colour 
of the evening sun 
Tomorrow's rain 
will wash the stains away 
But something in our minds 
will always stay 

Perhaps this final act was meant 
To clinch a lifetime's argument 
That [bad word] 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 a star like tears from a star 
On and on the rain will say 
How fragile we are 
how fragile we are