When we touch the world And it falls away When we feel that we're born Just to fall apart And our mother lies in state And the broken pitcher glistens And the snow is at the window Creating neither sign nor symbol And the earth covers earth And the mud lies in pools Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken And the dry wind bends and sighs And the geese are running harmless And our desires are running wild Then we're looking at the smoke That's rising from the incense Neither coming here nor going Neither heaven here nor hell Neither borning here nor birthing Neither dying here nor death And we're wrapped inside our troubles And we're wrapped inside our pain And wracked with fires with longing And our eyes are blind with night With our fingers clutching coins And our thoughts burning with I And our eyes cannot be sated With the world and its nightmares With the world and its dreams Though later they'll be filled With a small handful of dust And the gods appear on the altars And we recognise their face It's a face that we have carved there And it's full of fear and longing And promises and threats But they neither stoop to conquer Nor do they stoop to praise And the mines are void of diamonds That we carry in our rags Then all the world seems A sadness song And all the world seems A sadness song