| Something you’ve heard, somewhere you’ve seen |
| Too real to ignore |
| You’ve chosen not to believe |
| From the black of their pain, to the white of their fear |
| In the dust they die |
| While Eden lies near |
| The freedom bought, changed hands, was sold |
| This heat of love has turned ice-cold |
| We just can’t escape it |
| Like flames reaching out from the sun |
| We can’t defeat it |
| Like flames reaching out from the sun |
| From the garden of love, been banished too long |
| And the balance will shift |
| Between the week and the strong |
| Once they would beg and they would plead |
| But now they demand |
| Divided by those that need |
| And those that command |
| The freedom bought, changed hands, was sold |
| The heat of love has turned ice-cold and |
| We never learn but we know too well |
| Heaven’s died and gone to Hell |
| We just can’t escape it |
| Like flames reaching out from the sun |
| We can’t defeat it |
| Like flames reaching out from the sun |
| Now you watch but you should have run |
| Like flames that leap from the base of the sun |
| And you dream you’re free but you’ll awake |
| Too much too late, too much too late |
| The freedom bought, changed hands, was sold |
| The heat of love has turned ice-cold and |
| We never learn but we know too well |
| Heaven’s died and gone to Hell |
| We just can’t escape it |
| Like flames reaching out from the sun |
| We can’t defeat it |
| Like flames reaching out from the sun |