To our ashes

It is the mind, which creates the world about us
And even though we stand side by side
My eyes will never see what is beheld by yours
My heart won't respond to your touch

Out of the caverns of the pain
Like a child from the womb, stillborn
Like a ghost from the tomb
I arise and unbuild it again

We don't see things as they are
We see them as we are
And all that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
I see life blurred and shallow
Every day by day
In this world's theatre
In which I stay

Three death gently descends
From spheres up high
Staring into my cold and humid eyes

You're closing your eyes
Try turning your head
Away from the gloom
Trying to forget

But when I start to laugh, she mocks
And when I cry she laughs
And hardens evermore her heart
But when I start to laugh, she mocks
And when I cry she laughs

"All things come to those who wait"
I say these words to make me glad
But something answers, soft and sad
"They come but often come too late"

We don't see things as they are
We see them as we are
And all that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
I see life blurred and shallow
Every day by day
In this world's theatre
In which I stay

Three death gently descends
From spheres up high
Staring into my cold and humid eyes

You're closing your eyes
Try turning your head
Away from the gloom
Trying to forget

But something answers, soft and sad
"They come but often come too late"

'Cause I am sick of this way of life
As life is sick of the way we pretend
But I have walked with death hand in hand
And death's own hand is warmer than my own

Out of the caverns of the pain
Like a child from the womb, stillborn
Like a ghost from the tomb
I arise and unbuild it again

We don't see things as they are
We see them as we are
And all that we see or seem to be
Is but a dream within a dream
I see life blurred and shallow
Every day by day
In this world's theatre
In which I stay

("All things come to those who wait")
(I say these words to make me glad)
(But something answers, soft and sad)
("They come but often come too late")