There is solace and hope In the end of your rope To be sharp as a blade When the light starts to fade Ride on Ride on
When the garden will fade Will it harden your faith? Is there truth in their gesture Or have they all just left you Right here? Right here
Do you think it painless Not to know what day it is? Is this really all? Is this really all?
All the feathers have fallen From the favors you called in But the fear is appalling To make light of the fall in All the brilliant nameless In your wake have now faded Only mist as a witness
There is solace and hope In the end of your rope To be sharp as a blade When the night starts to fade Ride on Ride on
