Comin' Down

All the painted glass seems to roll right off your eyes Pretend that you see nothing, But this face you can't deny For there are a thousand hungry soldiers in five hundred fallen towns And through every broken window You can hear the distant sound Of the drummer who believes That the raven's coming by He's got no lighting in his hands And the rhythm aksing why So we are standing, we are marching Until the time cannot stand still While the leagues in desperation are lined up against their will 'Cause there's a worn out road over the pass, It's closed with rock and stone So we're climbing over rubble packing only chance and bone For the sweeyest smell will welcome you, The ridge more than a prayer When the breath of your ambitions Is now all that you can bare. Comin down comin down Like salt from your eyes, Like lips upon the riverbed Longin for the rise Comin' down comin' down comin' down And that dusk in mountain colors Fades from blue to red to black You glance over your sore shoulder, It's too dark now to turn back But the fire by your campsite Keeps you warm enough to dream Of your long forgotten wedding day, It's time to be redeemed For there are a thousand hungry soldiers In five hundred fallen towns And through every broken window You can hear the honest sound Of the drummer who believes That the raven's comin' by He's got lighting in his hands And the rhythm asking why So we are standing, we are marching Until the time cannot stand still While the leagues in deseperation Are locked up against their will Comin' down Comin' down Like salt from your eyes Like lips upon the river bed longing for the rise Comin' down comin' down comin' down