Tempests beating time Now crimson seems to last Arcadia's forgotten Without a word left to be said Bleeding eyes don't seem to mend And see the footprints in the sand Bleeding eyes don't seem to mend And see the footprints in the sand Dirty god of war Towering above Coming down to rise again The meadows sing its core Bleeding eyes don't seem to mend And see the footprints at the shore Bleeding eyes don't seem to mend And see the footprints at the shore What do you need to make you feel Oh bring it on down Bring it on down, down Bring it on down And maybe we can find a path Amongst this turmoil turning over And maybe if we find the way There is no need to say goodbye And maybe rain will wash away The stains of red on grass and clover Yeah, maybe one day eyes will mend Yeah, eyes will mend to see the sky See the sky Praying for the rain Let the thunder roar Pure and purgatorial drop The meadows sing its core Bleeding eyes don't seem to mend And see the footprints at the shore Bleeding eyes don't seem to mend And see the footprints at the shore What do you need to make you feel Oh bring it on down What do you need to make you feel Bring it on down Bring it on down