once I had veins and arteries but now I live in a far-off sea I used to go outside and drink fresh air but now we’re inside of a big brown bear   I used to believe that I could feel This is so sad because i’m not real You like me, we are made of sand I’m not quite sure that I understand   Oh believer, in the world tonight Love me now for i think it’s quite right I used to believe that i was there Now i’m not sure if i really care Mmmm   When somebody thought that i had sighed We climbed our tree so that I might be You wonder why, oh how the orphans they cry All is all, ladila

Last I dreamt a dream of a dream Waves of ice brought me to the shore I saw our beginning, oh I, I saw our end   I watched as the armies of good and evil… A force of metal fills the sky Putting out any idea of peace, why   She looked at me she spoke to me She said evil will always For there is no reckoning from heaven For there is no reckoning from hell   Where’s the difference any more Has there ever been Where’s the difference any more Has there ever been Where’s the difference any more Has there ever been And the chorus sang   Where has all the grace gone to Where are we going ma’ Where has all the grace gone to Where are we going ma’   Her husband was king She wanted to do right by him An acrobat from a foreign land She leapt from his tower tumbling through the sea Fiery billows fell from the sky Fell from the sky Fell from the sky, fell

he screams into the waterfall you can’t hear his woeful call here’s a man not dead at all although he’s surely tryin’   walks into the dusty sun a hobo’s work is never done offers water to the one whose eyes are dry from cryin’   he works the mud beneath his heels with the migrants in the fields needs to know how jesus feels upon his bed of straw   now many men might scoff and say a hobo’s life is throw away but what is the price they’d pay to have his sense of awe?   singing, bellow while the wind wraps round your head no one needs to hear this song but he all your life you’ve prayed for a song to raise the dead a song to lift these shackles from your feet   never wagged his tongue in vain never played the bitter game when he prayed he shook like rain falling on the sea   laughed at men of circumstance tossed his body when he danced played his best cards at romance but he was always free   singing, bellow while the wind wraps round your head no one needs to hear this song but she all your life you’ve prayed for a song to raise the dead a song to lift these shackles from your feet   so gentlemen let’s not confuse what we believe to be the truth we got a lot left to lose yet we are surely dyin’   he swam into the open sea echoing a symphony carrying the songs of he whose eyes are dry from cryin’   singing, bellow while the wind wraps round your head no one needs to hear this song but he all your life you’ve prayed for a song to raise the dead a song to lift these shackles from your feet   singing, bellow while the wind wraps round your head no one needs to hear this song but she all your life you’ve prayed for a song to raise the dead a song to lift these shackles from your feet a song to lift these shackles from your feet

in my daily wallow
throw a window wide winter leaves are hollow their stems shall be my guide                                                             you are in-determined
yet your spinnaker's unfurled the wind blows sleet you move fleet
toward the belly of the world                                                             take heart, please concede this is all we need to be
a foreigner on a wild wind's tide this love shall be my guide this love shall be my guide                                                             jonah's in his valley
when he hears the frightful phrase
son you're bound for nineveh to preach your final days                                                             as his exit boat was shaking he knew he was not free
he told the other sailors you must         throw me to the sea                                                             take heart please concede this is all we need to be
a foreigner on a wild wind's tide                                                         this love shall be our guide   [interlude]                                                                                                 he turned his body inward his bitterness relieved
he sang a cry to abraham and his body was received                                                             and lonely on his mountain he watched the withered vine sayin' winter leaves are hollow
their stems shall be my guide                                                             take heart please concede this is all we need to be
a foreigner on a wild wind's tide         this love shall be our guide   oh take heart please concede this is all we need to be
a foreigner on a wild wind's tide         this love shall be our guide this love shall be our guide                            

Little Liza Jane you were ok Little Liza Jane you were ok until the day began until the day began   Little Liza Jane you were ok until the day began until the day began until the day began oh where did it go wrong   when I met you you were basked in light you were basked in light oh, you were basked in light   oh I met you on a cloudless night a cloudless night oh, I met you on a cloudless night   Little Liza Jane you were ok Little Liza Jane you were ok until the days began until the days began   Little Liza Jane you were away before the day began before the day began before the day began where did it go wrong?

oh how wide your weary eyes they train your view on darkening skies   over the ridge where waters collide she's building a bridge to a long-buried time   with sunlight in her hands and dew upon her feet and the words upon her breath that i long to meet   with sunlight in her hands and dew upon her feet and the words upon her breath that i long to pardon me   oh how long have i been away? the trees have grown strong and the sea has grown gray   over the ridge where the waters collide she's building a bed where the weary can lie   with sunlight in her hands and dew upon her feet and the words upon her breath that i long to meet   with sunlight in her hands and dew upon her feet and the words upon her breath that i long to pardon me   oh how far have their weary feet roamed? bound to a dream reviled in their home   over the ridge where the waters collide she's building a pyre where the weary can rise