I hate to hear people cry
One is for sorrow, two is for joy
That needs two wings to fly.
Weeping and walking and silently talking
Turning away from the sun
night time is falling and nobody's calling
To talk about what can be done.
Walking in circles, talking of miracles
Watching the future pass by
a child on a seesaw wíthout any partner
Longing to fly in the sky.
Here on the island there's fighting and dying
It seems we can never agree
so many answers, but where is the question
Maybe it's just you and me.