Colin Linden - The Dry Bones Dance lyrics

Everybody's living in the brave new earth Prisoners of the small worlds that orbit in our skulls Native sons of a no-man's land Friends and lovers in the cold, cold ground Every now and then I seem to dream these dreams Where the mute ones speak and the deaf ones sing Touching that miraculous circumstance Where the blind ones see and the dry bones dance Everyone surrenders to the brave new scarecrows And waits for them to hand us cigarettes and blindfolds