Out from the ashes of gray desire Out from the dream and into the fire I said a lot, it won't mean thing After she's gone these words will sting No gods could be that cruel to me No gods could be that cruel to me Six minutes gone and I'm still alive And who would have thought that I could survive With pieces of eight and odd bits of string Are all I remember when I hear her sing No gods could be that cruel to me No gods could be that cruel to me And I blame the sun And I blame the moon I blame myself And I blame you Twelve minutes gone and I'm still alive And who would have thought that we would survive With all lines repeating and nothing rehearsed I feel so stupid; I feel I'm cursed I don't want to think anymore I don't want to think anymore No gods could be that cruel to me No gods could be that cruel to me