Dead Can Dance - Youth Lyrics

All calculations set to one side
The inevitable descent from heaven
A visitation of memories and a seance of rhythms
Invades the house, my head
And the world of the mind
A horse leaps forward on suburban turf
Past planted fields and streches of woods
Misty with carbonic plague
A wretched theatrical woman, somewhere in the world
Sighs after an improbable indulgence
Desperadoes lie dreaming of storm, and of wounds and debauch
Along small streams the little children sit
Stifling their curses
Let us turn once more to our studies
To the noise of insatiable movement
That forms and ferments in the masses