Brainchild Riding through the endless desert, white glaring and flat except The hazy poor gleam of mountains and the devilsgrass within Sweet dreams and the devilsgrass within... But tomorrow it could be to late Yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade Tomorrow i could see things through a kind of greyness And then i could change myself into a kind of bird of prey Sweet dreams death and nightmares On the narrow path between crusts of salt Through the endless crying monotonous wilderness Give me your wings bird i will spread them out and fly To the way to the tower, where i will sing all their names I will sing all their names But tomorrow it could be to late Yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade Tomorrow i could see things through a kind of greyness And then i could change myself into a kind of bird of prey But tomorrow it could be to late Yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade Tomorrow i could see things through a kind of greyness And then i could change myself into a kind of bird of prey