C N End (Arno Carstens)

As the quiet rhythm of life returns Oh is there a place where it no more burns And what little limb should we sever here Is there a place where there's no more fear Shall we pursue our happiness Or will this be our only gift Do you think we've shown our gratitude Is this only hope our fragile faith No more I c n end upon day, upon day And as the kindest rhythm of life returns Is this the place where we no more burn And what little limb should we sever here Is this the place where there's no more tears No more I c n end upon day, upon day Oh princess what a mess I really thought you did your best And oh princess what a mess All of this sick success No more I c n end upon day, upon day