Dirt

It's market day when they bring the flood

Faster than our feet can run

Swarm of angels from above

All is broken, still they come

And 'round the oak tree air is shaking

Children sleep under the sun

And we go down to the river to pray

Pray for magic and another day

But it's low now, it's like we're fading away

Into the dirt of memory

Along the Silk Road fires burn

Where the seats of learning stood

And handsome couples would take a turn

Through the wealthy neighbourhood

Oh, roll the stone or move the mountain

Wake, oh wake, your time has come

And we go down to the river to pray

Pray for magic and another day

But it's low now, it's like we're fading away

Into the dirt of memory

And we go down to the river today

We pray for silence and we pray for grace

But it's low now and still you're rubbing my face

Into the dirt of memory

In a shop in Al-Medina

And a house in the old quarter

And I'll never sleep again

Centuries lived in these stones

I don't think you know

Oh, roll the stone or move the mountain

Wake, oh wake, your time has come

And we go down to the river to pray

Pray for magic and another day

But it's low now, it's like we're fading away

Into the dirt of memory

And we go down to the river today

We pray for silence and we pray for grace

But it's low now, still you're rubbing my face

Into the dirt of memory