Rising on a low
Going down on a high
Reaping a harvest of stone,
All we’ve thought and read
And all we’ve heard and said
All coming down from the sky
All coming down from the sky
But tell me will you follow me
Through the spaces
Where the end shall be?
O tell me will you follow me
Are we sailing
Are we sinking deep?
Tell me
Will you follow me?
Gone forever, gone forever now
Tell me
A story of lament,
The king became a fool
And a hero courting doom
And the seer weaving visions for the blind
A temple turned to flames
And a sanctuary turned grave
We’ve seen this all before
It will come again