...Four 

When the storm clears and the sun shines 
We'll see the country beyond the garden 
Oh I was dragged here by an angel 
Against my weak will the stronger dictate 

Now I stand here, I've scaled the mountain 
That led from function to forms of glory 
And when our hands touched like worlds colliding 
star exploding 
Then I knew that the wheel is turning 
The wheel is turning 
The wheel is turning 
The wheel is turning 
The wheel is turning 
 [bad word] transmuted to gold and silver 
By strength of [bad word] will 
No more resistance 
No more resistance 
Just perfection 
Just perfection 
The wheel is turning 
The wheel is turning 
The wheel is turning 
The wheel is turning