The sun is dancing on the sand again
In each reflection of the soul behind the glass
The wind is whipping through my cardigan
Give him just another couple days and he will pass

Never send a fool with a conscience in
Where our lives are lost as soon as they begin
Never bring a priest to a house of sin
Till he's worn upon the cross he bears within

The sun is dancing on the sand again
In each reflection of the soul behind the glass
The wind is whipping through my cardigan
Give him just another couple days and he will pass

Cuz he's tired and worn
Despised from all sides, he's mired in scorn
And every day marks another time that I am reborn
And every other silent night is just the eye of the storm
Another price line too high to be borne
Trading pounds of flesh skewered on an ivory horn
You could turn a man running to a fiery corpse
But when his body lies quiet it's the eye of the storm