All the flowers in the Field of hours Have withered away And the sky that used to Light our lives Is ashen grey As the clouds Kiss the fault line And look back as if to say There's nothing to see here There's nothing to feel here And our dreams Left like children By the wayside And our psalms Sung like secrets By the seaside Ahh Could heaven come more quickly Ahh And lift us from The embers and the cinders That we remember Of the fires that Killed our hearts And left us withered and grey There's a tear inside of all our lives That time won't mend And there's a shroud around our Saddened eyes Here at the end Yet our hopes Shine like beacons In the half-light And our prayers Violent whispers By the seaside Ahh Could heaven come more quickly Ahh And lift us from The embers and the cinders That we remember Of the fires that Killed our hearts And left us withered and grey Ahh Ahh