Sorrow - Live

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 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 pass, the river roll
 And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
 And silent replies that swirl invitation
 Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
 A grim intimation 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