We're on our way to the way to the core
The wind has gone, the sun beats down
We arrived where we've departed long before
On your face the lipstick streams
Without shelter under trees
Loss of home, loss of heart
The feel too numb
Wonder when,
Wonder when the rain will come
This is the time of tension
It's the smile of defeat
It's a touch of madness
It's the heat
This is the time of tension between dying and birth
While blood is sowing the sandy earth
This is the time of tension where you starve while you eat
It's the time of the heat
It's the heat
And neither fear nor courage nor signs of warm rain
Then the sawdust tracks all run where
Towers fall and shout again
Will the rain come?
A last flower: falling towers, falling towers