[02:52.600]The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land[02:57.930]Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky[03:02.720]A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers[03:07.630]But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking[03:17.630]He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise[03:22.600]In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise[03:27.600]He's chained forever to a world that's departed[03:32.610]It's not enough, it's not enough[04:02.810]His blood has frozen & curdled with fright[04:07.860]His knees have trembled & given way in the night[04:12.390]His hand has weakened at the moment of truth[04:17.930]His step has faltered[04:28.370]One world, one soul[04:38.440]Time pass, the river rolls[05:48.930]And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication[05:53.920]And silent replies that swirl invitation[05:59.170]Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea[06:04.070]A grim intimation of what is to be[06:14.200]There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night[06:19.080]And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight[06:24.700]And silence that speaks so much louder than words[06:29.600]Of promises broken