When we dance, it looks just like fire   When we sing, it sounds the same tone   We all have hearts   We all have homes   But when we die, we die alone      Oh, what a mess   As everything descends   Oh, what a mess   But everything amends      Searching was so long ago   We always tried, but failed   And now with new-found consciousness   We stand and wait   Waiting to die      Oh, what a mess   As everything descends   Oh, what a mess   But everything amends      One of these days you will learn to love again   One of these days he will learn to love again   One of these days he will learn to love again   One of these days he will learn to love again      One of these days he will learn to love again   One of these days he will learn to love again   One of these days he will learn to love again   One of these days he will learn to love...      When we dance, it looks just like fire   When we sing, it sounds the same tone   We all have hearts   We all have homes   But when we die, we die alone   When we die, we die...