Now the talking's over plans are laid and the hour is set. Glances round the table eyes all shining dark and bright. We meet again at daybreak for the day that will be ours. We're tomorrow's history. So just check your weapons say your prayers.. Now the evening's over voices muffled in the cold night mist. We leave the house together home to rest up in the last few hours. Heads against the pillows with eyes that will not close. Of all the dreams that we've ever had. This is the one this is the one. Now the night is over - dawn cracks open like a breaking shell. Now the waiting's over - as we walk in silence through the empty streets. We meet beneath the tower greetings empty like the taste inside. Turn towards the valley and the day that has waited for us all our lives. Even in this age of concrete even in this age of reason. There comes a time when you put your life.