Welcome to the masked ball
Of paradise, of the apple tree
The Garden of Eden is damned
Just maybe give ourselves a chance
And in the middle of honking horns
The anthill's freaking out
We're millions with nobody
At the foot of the Towers of Babel
We're waiting for Santa Claus
Concerts of a thousand voices singing
Michelangelo bodies sculpted
Pickup soccer games in mid-July
People, smiles, kisses
Who broke their prettiest toy
We're all doing the best we can
What a wonderful half-world