I was swimming in the cool waters of an oasis I was swimming in a mirage I was wondering just where this road would take us It's the same one that we have been on
From the city of bosra to jerusalem From the west into the east Only one more sacrifice Then we'll finally get us all some peace
The man behind the man behind the curtain is working Pulling levers by his crystal ball He's plowing the fields for crysanthemums Waiting for the sun to fall
He threw a bone to the starving faithful They got down on their knees The man behind the man behind the curtain is talking But he never betrays what he thinks
Now that the rose Is gone from the garden What will we do With the thorn?
Silver reflection Cherry blossom baptism
If I went down To the river of jordan Just to bathe my wearisome soul If I could just touch the hem of his garment Well then I know he'd take me home
To see the water in the river boil To see the city consumed by fire To see the man's cast shadow scorched into the earth And flies buzzing in the air like a funeral choir
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