The translucent carriages
Drawing morning in
Dawn inside their pockets
Like a whisper on the wind
Every time I see you pa**ing by
I have to wonder why
The soft touch of your words
Has been betrayed like love grown old
Or the silhouettes of children
Crying somewhere in the cold
And very time I see you pa**ing by
I have to wonder why
The ancient night is coming back
The light is fading out
The tree is hid in shadows
In a fog of useless doubt
And every time I see you pa**ing by
I have to wonder why
Go away, go away
The imperative is drawn
All your symbols are shattered
All your sacred words are gone
And every time I see you pa**ing by
I have to wonder why
Every time I see you pa**ing by
I have to wonder why