In spite of what we'd seen the signs stay hanging on
The fire was a dream, still shadows climbing out
We wander through the dark on lines that have no start
When the light was born it was, our voice unreachable
We live in a silence
It's in the burning leafs the grey coal.
Left on a rusted heap of halos.
It's in the war we started and
it goes on and on and...
on and on and...
Now the cradled in the fog this whiteness blinding all.
So take it on (we lost/the nose) these times at cape town ours.
When the light was born it was a force unreachable.
We breathe in the silence...
It's in the burning leafs the grey coal.
Left on a rusted heap of halos.
It's in the war we started and
it goes on and on and...
on and on and...
Keep what the violence stole,
The blind weren't blind at all.
Now lie with the heart of cold,
on and on and on...
It's in the burning leafs the grey coal.
Left on a rusted heap of halos.
It's in the war we started and
it goes on and on and...
on and on and...
It's in the burning leafs the grey coal.
Left on a rusted heap of halos.
It's in the war we started and
it goes on and on and...
on and on and...
