See the rain dancing on the snow   It writes the names of all the people going   To their grave walking one by one   Into the sun, into the sun      Traffic jam in the middle of the day   Headlights are on, I wonder where they're going   I stop to ask but no one wants to say   I want to know, I want to know      Nothing is fixed and the wind is sweeping   Sweeping up the bodies that litter the earth      See the rain dancing on the snow   It writes the names of all the children floating   From their graves crawling one by one   Out from the sun, out from the sun