Way Of The World

Way Of The World
There are eyes that cannot see
And fingers that cannot touch
That's the way of the world
There are dreams left empty and blank
And legs that have ceased to walk

That's the way of the world
There are kisses undelivered
And sighs and moans unuttered
That's the way of the world
There are hearts no longer beating
And there's entrails spilled on the floor
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world
There are eyes that cannot see
And fingers that cannot touch
That's the way of the world
There are hearts no longer beating
And there's entrails spilled on the floor
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world
That's the way of the world