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