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