When the smoke clears and the truth comes shining through I will watch the sparks fly from deadlines overdue And make no mistake now, time will hunt them down 'Til the language of reason runs them to the ground And who will raise their voice as the cruel winds blow? And who will call a truce? And who can break our fall? Whisper words of reason to those without a song And who will raise their voice and carry us along? Those images are everywhere like sand in your hair From the beaches of childhood that slipped through your fingers They're like years of our lives, tormenting and cruel Will the world look this way again, silent and true? And who will raise their voice as the cruel winds blow? And who will call a truce? And who can break our fall? Whisper words of reason to those without a song And who will raise their voice and carry us along? So when the smoke clears and the truth comes shining through Those prophecies they made will crumble in two Like a dark horse riding, graceful through the night You're the language of reason, you're the language of life And who will raise their voice as the cruel winds blow? And who will call a truce? And who can break our fall? Whisper words of reason to those without a song And who will raise their voice and carry us along? Who will raise their voice and carry us along?