All the flowers in the field of ours
Have withered away
And the sky that used to light our lives
Is ashen grey
As the clouds, kiss the fault line
And look back as if to say
There’s nothing to see here
There’s nothing to feel here
And our dreams, left like children
By the wayside
And our psalms, sung like secrets
By the seaside
(A-h a-ah)
Could heaven come more quickly
(A-h a-ah)
And lift us from the embers and the cinders
That we remember of the fires that killed, our h-earts
And left us withered and grey
There’s a tear inside of all our lives
That time won’t mend
There’s a shroud around our saddened eyes
Here at the end
Yet our hopes, shine like beacons
In the half-light
