Though you may be now

A long way from home

All your hand-me-downs

Live on in their dreams



I can see something in that smile

In the way they play

They're passing down the line

Opening the tears

And the emptiness

No danger signs

features unrecognised until now



So soon winter brings

The first fall of snow

There are secret things

In all the whitest worlds



I can see something in that smile

In the way they play

They're passing down the line

Opening the tears

And the emptiness

No danger signs

Features unrecognised until now



Time enough when old sensations

Won't remind anymore

unaware of all the children

Running rings without a care

Joining in their games

When I hear pale horses riding

See them fly as they go

Then I know to free the reins

Of Unquiet thoughts