The Carriage

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