Sorrow (Live at Pompeii 2016)

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land

Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky

A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers

But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise

In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise

He's chained forever to a world that's departed

It's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen and curdled all with fright

His knees have trembled and given way in the night

His hand has weakened at the moment of truth

His step has faltered

One world, one soul

Time passed, the river rolls

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication

And silent replies the swirl invitation

Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea

A grim intonation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night

And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight

And silence that speaks so much louder than words

Of promises broken