Innuendo

While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand

While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land

While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow

Till mountains crumble into the plane

Ooh, yes we'll keep on trying

Tread that fine line

Ooh, we'll keep on trying, yeah

Just passing our time



Oooh, oooh



While we live according to race, colour or creed

While we rule by blind madness and pure greed

Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion

Through the eons, and on and on

Ooh yes, we'll keep on trying, yeah

We'll tread that fine line

Ooh, oh, we'll keep on trying

Till the end of time

Till the end of time



Through the sorrow all through our splendour

Don't take offence at my innuendo