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 The 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 Still you're rubbing my face Into the dirt of memory Ooooooooh 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