End of a life An old man alone in the night We ran short of time We ran short of time Where did it go? The curtains descend on the show They fall like it's final With nothing to come Wheat grain, wheat grain must fall The weight of it all Is too much to bear Your blood my belonging Your presence my prayer I am losing your touch And struggle to keep These visions were hallowed Hallowed Your heart was benign You scripted your own set of lines And stood in the fire You stood in the fire In this final scene Let's lift up our hearts to the beams And climb on the thunder Sparkle the dark Wheat grain, wheat grain must fall The weight of it all... Back when we composed the days which flowed like wine Each foot fell on stepping stones across the great divide