You seek the comfort of sacred slumbers In a world that lost its sense of wonders In the silent cold those stars align The prophet speaks - "it's the end of times!" Another ghost of a pagan past Will slowly migrate thru the land We sit here watch a dying sun With nowhere left to turn We're waiting for the saving bell We're waiting for a miracle You're listening for the pipes of peace & The voices of reason! Frozen and starving we are left a broken tribe We're trapped inside the corridors of time And the last few grains of hope may come To comfort you tonight But soon you'll pray you'll see the morning light You seek the comfort in painted parlours You look for trust in the waking hours With painful precision those stars align More quiet dinners on borrowed time Just one more lie between old friends Deep down we know - we're at the roads end We sit here watch a dying sun With nowhere left to turn We're waiting for the saving bell We're waiting for a miracle You're listening for the pipes of peace & The voices of reason! Frozen and starving we are left a broken tribe We're trapped inside the corridors of time And the last few grains of hope may come To comfort you tonight But soon you'll pray you'll see the morning light