As the bell must strike the hour

As the west must stab the sun

So our hearts

must head the flow

of deeper tides that run

Far beyond this bare indifference

That prosperity esteems

Where the spirit

raves and dances

Through our very veins



At winters edge you found me

By the fields of wild gold

My hands still filled with ashes

From fires long cold

You pulled me

from the wreckage

of bitterness and blame

flung open the page

And put some flesh on

the bones of my dreams



On the streets

the blossom snowing

And the drum is beating slow

To hear you speak so clear

Well I'm slicing through the fear

Setting all the beacons

blazing, baby oh!

It's staring out plainer than ever

Brighter than all the fools

gold that gleams

It's simply now or never

Putting flesh on the bones

of my dreams



Putting flesh on the

bones of my dreams

Putting flesh on the

bones of my dreams



And they can plunder

the cave of sorrows

They can strip the gallery bare

Try to build a fence

around the visions

In our heads, choke every spark

In a cloak of despair

But we got something

they can't stifle

With their price tags

and picture frames

Got a flower for every rifle

Putting flesh on the

bones of my dreams