There, on a lonely desert hilltop. The pilgrims huddle closer. Waiting for a sign, the coming silver shrine. The arc of space and time. . Truth, oh, the truth is never clear.
I wake in sweat, you've come to steal my life away. Some strange electric glow of artificial day. The power breakers close, the grid of darkness falls.
When shall we three meet again?. In thunder, lightning, or in rain?. When the hurly burly's done?. When the battle's lost, not won?. . A tyranny of souls that love has lost.