And who will weep for you, my love
When your gold is turned into rock?
And who will grow flowers there
Where the earth is turned into chalk?
I can see a statue standing there
You've turned love into stone
Will it keep you warm, my love
When your albatross has flown?
Statues can't weep and the flowers won't grow
Since they're carried away on the wind
But your magician will paint you a mask, my love
For you to hide behind
He'll give you bright costumes and speeches
He'll tell you which part to play
But will you remember your name, my love
When he's taken your dream away?
And the desert mirage before you, love
Will vanish into the sands
And the gifts that wise men bring you, love
Will crumble in your hands
You've forgotten how it feels to give
And you're frightened to receive
Are you scared to be a loser, love
Yet you destroy what you have made
So who will weep for you, my love
When your gold is turned into rock
And who can grow flowers there
When the earth is turned into chalk?
I can see a statue standing there
Where you've turned love into stone
But will it keep you warm, my love
When your albatross has flown?