Something's going wrong
With the singer and the song
And the music isn't gentle anymore
There's a mist across the moon
And the sun's too hot at noon
And the house is dark behind the broken door

Where the flowers used to grow
The weeds are hanging low
And a constant shadow lies across the floor
There's a strange and empty sky
Where the wildbirds used to fly
And I never tasted bitter rain before

And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky
Will the golden flower wither soon and die
Will the fire burn out the land 
And the sea fill up with sand
Will the last word ever spoken be why
Will the last word ever spoken be why

Someone's lost the plan
For the brotherhood of man
And no-one's trying to find it anymore
And the wind's become a sigh
For those who ain't and those who die
And the waves have blackened slow along the shore

And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky
Will the golden flower wither soon and die
Will the fire burn out the land 
And the sea fill up with sand
Will the last word ever spoken be why
Will the last word ever spoken be why why why
Will the last word ever spoken be 
Why