Children playing with fire and ice Not aware that they're fed with lies Falling over when reason dies And it's a merry-go-round, I find Years repeating till death is kind Buried deeper in holes that bind Down, down it goes, down to the river downstream Stand tall in a pretty red dress Make faces with diamonds and pearls and then Round and round you go round the bend Round and round you go till it ends Change is never going to be easy Voices always going unheard Turning up too late to the party Leaving without saying a word Down, down it goes, down to the river downstream Stand tall in a pretty red dress Make faces with diamonds and pearls and then Round and round you go round the bend Round and round you go till it ends The road is empty, the sky is black Makes no sense to be turning back Strange behaviour turns to attack