You seek the comfort of sacred slumbers
In a world that lost its sense of wonders
In the silent cold those stars align
The prophet speaks - "it's the end of times!"
Another ghost of a pagan past
Will slowly migrate thru the land
We sit here watch a dying sun
With nowhere left to turn
We're waiting for the saving bell
We're waiting for a miracle
You're listening for the pipes of peace
And the voices of reason!
Frozen and starving we are left a broken tribe
We're trapped inside the corridors of time
And the last few grains of hope may come to comfort you tonight
But soon you'll pray you'll see the morning light
You seek the comfort in painted parlours
You look for trust in the waking hours
With painful precision those stars align
More quiet dinners on borrowed time
Just one more lie between old friends
Deep down we know - we're at the roads end
We sit here watch a dying sun
With nowhere left to turn
We're waiting for the saving bell
We're waiting for a miracle
You're listening for the pipes of peace
And the voices of reason!
Frozen and starving we are left a broken tribe
We're trapped inside the corridors of time
And the last few grains of hope may come to comfort you tonight
But soon you'll pray you'll see the morning light
You're listening for the pipes of peace
And the voices of reason!
Frozen and starving we are left a broken tribe
We're trapped inside the corridors of time
And the last few grains of hope may come to comfort you tonight
But soon you'll pray you'll see the morning light
