Innuendo

While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sandWhile the waves crash in the sea and meet the landWhile there's a wind and the stars and the rainbowTill the mountains crumble into the plainOh yes we'll keep on tryinTread that fine lineOh we'll keep on tryinJust passing our timeWhile we live according to race, colour or creedWhile we rule by blind madness and pure greedOur lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religionThrough the eons, and on and onOh yes we'll keep on tryinWe'll tread that fine lineOh oh we'll keep on tryinTill the end of timeTill the end of timeThrough the sorrow all through our splendourDon't take offence at my innuendoYou can be anything you want to beJust turn yourself into anything you think thatyou could ever beBe free with your tempo, be free be freeSurrender your ego - be free, be free to yourselfIf there's a God or any kind of justice under the skyIf there's a point, if there's a reaason to live or dieIf there's an answer to the questions we fill born to askShow yourself - destroy our fears - release your maskOh we'll keep on tryinHey treat that fine lineWe'll keep on smailingAnd whatever will be - will beWe'll just keep on tryingWe'll just keep on tryingTill the end of timeTill the end of timeTill the end of time