And when we wake, we wake to a start
Bleak dream may fall to pass - so still might it call

With promises of so much more
forsaken the need to pray
to falter outside your door,
we'll forfeit the right to say

where the faltered lay
and where the fallen pray
where the crosses hang
and where the sparrows sang
and are we coming through
as then the loss of truth

something breaks the chill
as their night is on the kill

By the grace of will they'll brace for your touch
The gift of standing still may prove far too much
When the boughs do break, no stakes caught to risk
Don't fear the days, the days gone by
as they wait for your kiss"