Dark are the hours of your changing,
The permanent dream,
Your daily routine,
The revolution devours
Its children's eyes,
It fills your mouth
With brand new lies
When in the old days the sun goes away
And cast a shadow over me
Hmmm, lararara
Gone are the things you're naming,
The missing navy,
The captain ghost,
The revolution divides
The good and the bad,
The north and south,
The evil flesh and
The aching bone,
The blood on the tracks
Like a river over me
Hmm, lararara
Shift your pack on your shoulder,
The heavy boots,
The marching tunes,
The revolution calls
The ocean souls,
Waves likes walls,
The Ark on the sand,
The promised land,
The promised land,
The flooded land
Lord knows I have been trying
To warn you all,
To find the missing,
Oh God,
You dance in the hall,
You hear nothing at all
You hear nothing at all
You hear nothing at all,
And here comes the flood
Like the silence over me
Ooh
Ooh
