A cold face gripped me slowly
through the darkness and the rain
coming down like morning
but not feeling quite the same
Watching me
Watching me

The moon tonight is liquid
reflecting back the past
words that fly through dying time
answer only what you ask
Calling me
Calling me

The space between us is not so great
just endless in its depth
If we stay or move on surer
we move closer to our death

When I wake in the morning
or go to sleep at night
I wonder where the time goes
like the darkness in the light

Moving through the field of stars
to a building on a hill
where a voice bids me salvation
if I will only be still
Calling me
Calling me

All the words come strangely
like the ones I always knew
but your ears never heard them
when they called on you