Who can say
Will the world turn cold
Holding an ice age
Will the withering hand
Be the one foretold
Will anyone be getting old
Before they throw it all away
And if we can't be told
Then are we bored and sold
Please say
I don't want to be the victim
Of my own mistake
Those who speak know the least
While the rest know best
Each day
Brings it all a little closer
While the figureheads make
Pointless display
Who can say
Will the world turn cold
Holding an ice age
Will the withering hand
Be the one foretold
Will anyone be getting old
Before they throw it all away