An old song, short and sounds like a jolly waltz, but the message is darker...
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Story behind the song
Wrote it as a young man, prematurely cynical...
Lyrics
We live our lives then fade away, like flowers' scent on a hot summer's day
While children cry and children play we keep our feelings locked safely away
Safe in our shells, we hide from ourselves, looking out at each other, we never discover we're sister and brother, we need one another
But we who know so much, never touch
The strangest race on the face of the earth, a man cries at death
A child at birth
The beasts of the field have their young to support they kill for meat, man kills for sport
The smile of a Mona Lisa, the cloud of Hiroshima, Christmas tree presents, the wonders of science
Aggressive defiance and abject compliance
And we who know so much, never touch
Our hands rock the cradle, our hands hold the gun
That passes the hatred from father to son
The cross and the broadsword, the Saviour has come
Salvation for many, damnation for some
Angels and demons, we're cruel for no reason
Compassion for strangers, no fear of the dangers
The wine and the dry bread, a kiss on the forehead
And we who know so much, never touch
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