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 flip-side of the midas touch   We're walking in a world of glass   With iron footsteps      We do the raindance every night   And I hope the gods will treat us right   And if the sky should tumble down   Will it quench out 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      The answer's very simple   A world without it's people   Has got to be better than this