The translucent carriages
Drawing morning in
Dawn inside their pockets
Like a whisper on the wind
Everytime i see you passing by
i have to wonder why
The soft touch of your words
Has been betrayed like love grown old
Or the silhouettes of children
Crying somewhere in the cold
Everytime i see you passing by
i have to wonder why
The ancient night is coming back
The light is fading out
The tree is hid in shadow
In a fog of useless doubt
Everytime i see you passing by
i have to wonder why
Go away go away
The imperative is drawn
All your symbols are shattered
All your sacred words are gone
And everytime i see you passing by
i have to wonder why