The Christ

Along those ways in the sky of November
Marching souls that I cannot recall
Lost in the cold of this eternal curtain
Raising memories so far from the end
Laying in the silence that lives all around me
I call your name against the wall of this pain
And if it’s true that the children are playin' out
It’s really true I don’t know what I’m doing
In this old place
In the winter of heaven
I’ve lost all the things that have broken my dreams
And if the angels are burning their wings here
I’ve lost the words to whisper them my love
In those deserts of ice, steel and iron
Under the rain that never stops falling
I know, the treasures and jewels are buried
Under this rain that cleans the marks of the slaves
Don’t tell me I’m dreaming 'cos I know what’s happening
While all the flowers are praying to despair
To catch their lives in the silence of love
There’s no more time, no more place to resist
In this old place in the winter of heaven…
There’s no more time for us
There’s no more place to resist
Only our hearts to embrace all these ruins
And give them to the light as the final sweet gift
In this old place in the winter of heaven…
There’s no more time, there’s no more place to resist
In this old place in the winter of heaven…