A bag of gold for all the tears
A string of pearls to count the years
I saw a poor boy crawling back
He hates to love
And he will drown himself in a papercup
And he will lie about the dreams he had
No, he won't smile cause he's far too proud
But he will sing about his hate aloud
A starless night on killing fields
A new found light for thee who yield
I saw a rich boy talking back
He loves to hate
And he will drown himself in a papercup
And he will lie about the dreams he had
No, he won't smile cause he's far too proud
But he will sing about his hate aloud
And in time
All his sorrows and the hate will blow him away
Cause I know
What he won't know come the day
And he will drown himself in a papercup
And he will lie about the life he led
No, he won't smile cause he's far too proud
But he will sing about his hate aloud
Neither the gold nor the pearls can help you
Someday you'll stumble and tumble and crumble
One day the starlit night might guide you
One day believe me you'll let love find you