Is there a sun there in your hand?
 little light that battles with itself
 Is there a message in the sand,
 that tells me how to set the world in flames? 

 Do people cry or is it rain?
 Do we care... do we count the stains?
 When will the sunrise stay a day?
 Laugh and shine, or is it all the same? 

 PSALMS FOR THE DEAD
 SONG FOR THE LIVING
 AND WREATH FOR ABSENT FRIENDS 

 So tell me... fools and [bad word] 
 can a simple stream grow into a flood?
 beggar man, [bad word] a president?
 And a sip of wine be shared... and thick as blood? 

 Idols, gods... Dictators and divine,
 is this the path where blind men lead the blind?
 What is love, but only a dream...?
 Those pains and pyres were meant to set us free! 

 When time is gone, the page is turned
 The door is closed and all is done and said
 The band has played... the spotlight's burned
 ALL THAT'S LEFT ARE
 PSALMS FOR THE DEAD