someone get lucky
before the terrible future
reminds me of miles
on the wings of the day
manna we missed you
what did they do
the diamonds you dreamed of
are only for you
under the arctic circle
shatter of blue at the dawn
may was brought up on whiskey
you're a blue afternoon
someone get a genius
blinded and cruel
who don't need looking after
see what he can do
wrapped up in layers of ice
down among the trees
with an arctic circle around his knees
'i never dreamt of hell' i say
and all the dead men laugh
in every book you will suffer
there between black and white
'i never dreamt of hell' i say
and all the dead men cry