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