Well they wait as they beg At the fountain-side Where their coins and their dreams And their wishes and schemes come to die With a vengeful grin the mendicant Regrets his mistakes on the day When the fountain runs dry He's staring at the sky And the absence of light Turns these grey days dark Face away west to the sun To the falling nights' cold (It's time to get my story straight) And we sink or we swim Or we separate everything left (It's time to get my story straight) Well they stand, and they wait At the river's edge Where the wind stings your face And will chase away All of your warmth Drag out: turn in The mendicant sleeps And he dreams Of horizon-less seas Implore the sears to tell The stories of their inflictions Under staring stars (And I'm screaming at the wall Like it should fall apart Right in front of me) (And I'm staring at the sky And the absence of light Paints these grey days dark)