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