The translucent carriages drawing morning in

Dawn inside their pockets like a whisper on the wind

Every time I see you passing by, I have to wonder why

The soft touch of your words has been betrayed like love grown old

Or the silhouettes of children crying somewhere in the cold

Every time I see you passing by, I have to wonder why

The ancient night is coming back, the light is fading out

The tree is hid in shadow in a fog of useless doubt

Every time I see you passing by, I have to wonder why

Go away, go away, the imperative is drawn

All your symbols are shattered, all your sacred words are gone

Every time I see you passing by, I have to wonder why, why