Dream of night to keep treasures of your heart
Reflecting what we were
Thousand pale faces wandering the streets
Between the man of God speaking faith
Dream of night to keep treasures of your heart
Broken mirrors inside, storms whipping barley fields
Starving bones wander through the crowd
While the good man loses his faith
Dream of night throwing back what we were
Don't say you will do good at end
Blink of light floating around bring dust
Like stars where we came
Broken mirrors with no fear
Reflecting what we were
Good man don't tell me about roads
Don't tell me about wrong lines, doing good
Dream of night to keep treasures of your heart
Good man your money has no worth
Small pieces of faith doing a bad world
Don't tell me about wrong