It can't rain all the time
The sky's upset with its pride
Those castles made of sand
Seem to crumble within his hands
Winston feels nothing

Driven by the fear machine
He must own everything or nothing
Falling into lines
Like ants marching in time
Still he feels nothing

When you give up
Do you give enough?

Did you find them golden hills?
I know they crumble
The more you will
If you ever doubt
Then there is no doubt
Winston feels nothing

Should this coward be so sad
With crowded streets lonley and had
His passion may have died
But your heart is free again to try
Still he feels nothing

If you give up
Do you give always?

Did you find your way back home?
Were the walls still standing firm?
If you ever doubt
Then there is no doubt
Winston feels nothing

Did you find the nerve to call?
Or the courage to own up to it all?
If you ever doubt
Then there is no doubt
Still he feels nothing