| Oh it’s a simple equation of good versus bad | 
| The terror of knowing all that we’ve had | 
| Has to be paid for in the long run | 
| Books balanced justice seen to be done | 
| Oh yes conscience and all of that stuff | 
| We’ll sort that out later you’ve time enough | 
| Right now you must realise that not much is fair | 
| When you hunt with the hounds now you run with the hare | 
| Without low there’d be no high | 
| If nothing fell there’d be no sky | 
| Without far there is no near | 
| The days that separate the night | 
| The shadows by which we’ll recognise the light | 
| Yes its the simple equation of black and white | 
| The mathematical film of wrong minus right | 
| The calculation of good over bad | 
| Ever feel like you’ve been had | 
| 'Cos with no love there is no high | 
| If nothing falls there’d be no sky | 
| Without far there is no near | 
| The days that separate the night | 
| It’s the shadows by which we’ll recognise the light | 
| 'Cos of course you know you ask anyone | 
| We’re in our own relative reality | 
| All things must have their opposite | 
| To know anything is to know it by a contrast | 
| With something that it is not | 
| Without far there is no near | 
| It’s the days that separate the night | 
| It’s the shadows by which we’ll recognise the light | 
| It’s the days that separate the night | 
| It’s the shadows by which we’ll recognise the light | 
| Oh it’s the days that separate the night | 
| It’s the shadows by which we’ll recognise the light | 
| The days that separate the night | 
| And the shadows by which we recognise the light | 
| Goodnight | 
| Close |