He came along with a dried-up heart inside Asking for the names of made-up gods A piece of hair, nails and some strings to tie it all together now And it's a long-lost sense of time The ashes of the green trees agree It is the thinking eyes That will see through it all It is the sun beneath us And it's the safest passage to her They haven't decided yet which way to turn their feet Longing for the counterweight of light A ceremonial fire with a song to sing along And it's a long-lost sense of time The ashes of the green trees agree It is the thinking eyes That will see through it all It is the passing of time It is the sun beneath us And it's the safest passage to her It is the thinking eyes That will see through it all It is the passing of time That will save them in the end It is the sun beneath us And it's the safest passage to her