if you ain't rich, you won't go to the ball.

now when i look around, 
i look with love, at everything
i'm going to lose

i've thought of them
the terrible vision, invisible
in the blue sky
i thought of the beautiful sky 
turned terrible
by a terrible vision
of the world, of a world
of domination, a world 
of death vision, a world 
a vision
of death

i thought again of how small
the shadow of my own death looks
looking out of my eye
everything 
lost
with love