When the babies born Oh, let's turn it to the snow So that ice will surely grow Over weak and brittle bones Oh, let's leave it to the wolves Oh, their teeth turn it to food Oh, its flesh keeps them alive Oh, its death helps life survive Oh, the world can be kind in its own way
Oh well your future's a machine With the mechanics of a dream It is your mind that spins the wheel And your heart that makes you feel All the guilt for all your sins Oh and as that wheel spins Oh well it plays as they believed And for your husband you have grieved
Oh the world Still decieves you as it turns Well in my weakest moments I could see Oh that the heart may be The weakest part of me
Oh and the moon controls The movements of the tide Oh but it has no weight on the movements of my mind
When the babies born Oh, let's turn it to the snow So that ice will surely grow Over weak and brittle bones Oh, let's leave it to the wolves Oh, their teeth turn it to food Oh, its flesh keeps them alive Oh, its death helps life survive Oh, the world can be kind in its own way
Oh well your future's a machine With the mechanics of a dream It is your mind that spins the wheel And your heart that makes you feel All the guilt for all your sins Oh and as that wheel spins Oh well it plays as they believed And for your husband you have grieved
Oh the world Still decieves you as it turns Well in my weakest moments I could see Oh that the heart may be The weakest part of me
Oh and the moon controls The movements of the tide Oh but it has no weight on the movements of my mind
