*and how many of us will there be?*



more than we are now.



*and where will we come from?*



the rivers, the oceans

the ends of the darkest inlets,

the lightest-coloured seas.



would not

would not be enough

would not be enough to match the fever in my soul

and the fervor in my heart

and the darkness that i feel

as i'm goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' goin' down

all the candles in the world

would not be enough to match the burning in my soul

and the fever in my heart

count the places of devotion

count the altars of despair

as we're goin' goin' goin' gopin' goin' goin' down



*and how many of us will there be?*

*how many of us?*



all the candles in the world would not be enoughh

to match the burning in our souls

and the fever in our hearts

and the fervor in our eyes

as we're hoping and we're praying

and we're setting out into the streets

thhe back streets of the world

and a prayer going up

and a prayer going down

and the darkened eaves the pigeons

and the candlelight processions

on the streets down below

as we're searching and we're seeking

and we're goin' goin' forgive us lord

we're goin' goin'' down

goin' down on our knees

amen