1, 2, 3
By the dried-up stream, we slit our throats and dreamed
When the buildings burned, was it some concern?
Mother laid in bed, what was it she said?
Gather all your worldly jewels and scatter them like fools
Don't you make a fuss, days so perilous
When the day is done, we'll ride… who cares what we find?
Another misspent night, we thought we got it right
The driver lost the wheel, the ice turned into steel
We shivered like refugees way down on our knees
By the dried-up stream, we slit our throats and dreamed
When the buildings burned, was it some concern?
Mother laid in bed, what was it she said?
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