End of a life
An old man alone in the night
We ran short of time
We ran short of time
Where did it go?
The curtains descend on the show
They fall like it's final
With nothing to come
Wheat grain, wheat grain must fall
The weight of it all
Is too much to bear
Your blood my belonging
Your presence my prayer
I am losing your touch
And struggle to keep
These visions were hallowed
Hallowed
Your heart was benign
You scripted your own set of lines
And stood in the fire
You stood in the fire
In this final scene
Let's lift up our hearts to the beams
And climb on the thunder
Sparkle the dark
Wheat grain, wheat grain must fall
The weight of it all...
Back when we composed the days which flowed like wine
Each foot fell on stepping stones across the great divide
