Messages ran all over town Words without sound Condemned me And left me for dead All over again It wasn't the first time, but this time Things will never be the same
Ride, ride the very thought into the ground In the church of the lost and found The angels cry Ride, ride until the darkness closes in Until the ravaged soul begins To reflect the open skies, ride
The chapel was burned Razed to the ground From the darkest of clouds Small birds tumbled like rain Time and again You may go charging at windmills In these days Absurdities never change
Ride, ride the very thought into the ground In the church of the lost and found The angels cry Ride, ride until the darkness closes in Until the ravaged soul begins To reflect the open skies, ride
In the thick of the woods The word is taboo In the darkest of continents Light can deceive you Ride, saddle up your Thoughts and run to ground In this world of lost and found The eagles fly, ride
Compositor: David Alan Batt (David Sylvian) ECAD: Obra #4248946