Over the bare plains
To the holy land
You′ll find us walking down the beaten track of man
When the night falls
At the skies we gaze
And though it's all the same, we look in different ways

While we turn
Still we choose
Sweet relief
The apparent truth

Faith over proofs
Forced to recant
And yet it moves
Over proofs
Forced to recant
And yet it moves

And yet it moves

Calm the elders
Tell them that we tried
And soon we′ll sing the children warm and soothing lies
When the sky falls
And the castles rust
Now and forever we will turn as air and dust

While we turn
Still we choose
Sweet relief
The apparent truth

Faith over proofs
Forced to recant
And yet it moves
Over proofs
Forced to recant
And yet it moves

And yet it moves

Faith over proofs
Forced to recant
And yet it moves
Over proofs
Forced to recant
And yet it moves

And yet it moves