Some day Chris will quit his desk job   Leave the rat race far behind   Until then he'll scrape existence   In this prison we've designed      As the voice whispers in his ear…      On a sphere of sleeping beauty   Trapped beneath still icy wastes   Sacred hearts don't make a sound   Smile is frozen onto face   Cold routines of sterile duty   Blight the lives of living death      Some day Jo will flee the city   Find life in the countryside   Until then she'll choke on fumes   And the bitterness inside      As the voice whispers in her ear…      On a sphere of sleeping beauty   Trapped beneath still icy wastes   Sacred hearts don't make a sound   Smile is frozen onto face   Cold routines of sterile duty   Blight the lives of living death      Some day Paul will call the girl   Who could help him with his mind   Until then he'll prowl dark entries   Paying forty pounds a time      As the voice whispers in his ear…      On a sphere of sleeping beauty   Trapped beneath still icy wastes   Sacred hearts don't make a sound   Smile is frozen onto face   Cold routines of sterile duty   Blight the lives of living death      We put on blank facades   Dressed in white at our own wake   Regrets buzz like drunk corpse flies   Then hatch out larvae in sad sighs   I am so truly very sorry   But she’s gone to a better place   There’s no more tears for you my dear   Pleasure forever in the sky