Splinters of a broken dream Flicker in the night The Moon is echoed in the stream Killing time, killing time You believed the lesser word But still you have to say goodbye To all That hurts you from inside Inside And the carriage has a way to go Through the heavens and the driving snow And the medicine is on its way As you and I begin to pray Through the corridors we run Covering our eyes The fabric has become undone Mystified, mystified Further than the song you sang Woven in the shades of time The mystery Keeps the pain alive Alive And the carriage has a way to go Through the heavens and the driving snow And the medicine is on its way As you and I begin to pray All the poets dance alone In the house of steel and bone Carving words to fit the mould Raising voices from the drone And the carriage has a way to go Through the heavens and the driving snow And the medicine is on its way As you and I begin to pray Pray Pray