They never said that it would hurt
They told me not to say a word
I could have made it for the door
But all is fair in love and war

There is no mercy in this room
Where men and mice are gone too soon
There will be blood she guarantees
She pulls the plug and disappears

We are, we are, the never-ending story
Until we submit to the velvet revolution
I never, believed in the stories
That were being passed down to us from the clouds above

We are, we are, the never-ending story
And all we do is spin around and round
And round and round and round
Again...