Across the town on the other hill. your lights glow from a different world.. You always found a place to hide - nails and cross to lay beside;. with all the ghosts that we denied.. Now in rippled arcs across the sky the great white birds of winter fly;. and the wheel turns and people change - scattered ashes to the wind.. And there's no pain there's no pain there's no pain. A dry river in the blazing sun . .. Your parched face and your callused hands. Behind us lie the arid lands. To say too much - well it was not our way. and in the end there wasn't much to say;. the scars are healed now anyway. and there's no pain. . a dry river in the blazing sun . .. And Abraham rose took his only son and knife and tinder. in his hand and setting out across the desert and up into. the scrubland hills he bound the boy Isaac to the stone. raised the blade and waited for the miracle.. But the wind blows silent across the hills across the dead and the empty hills. dead like the god that never came. like your face the day that you turned away..