We must free the chained Gods
And rebuild the pillars that hold the sky
To see the willows sway along the river
And run and fly together again

Maybe in silence the herons will come back, this way
Maybe one day the seasons will come back, this way

Warships sway in silence
On the useless motion of the waves
Love doesn’t live in this place
No swallows flying in the sky

So, I don’t want to take any calls, right now
Maybe tomorrow, when we can meet again in the Sun

Alone, I will sail across the oceans to a landing place
Alone, I will follow storms and winds to find a way
Maybe, tomorrow, we’ll meet in the Sun again
Far away, far away, we’ll find a way

We must free the chained Gods
And rebuild the pillars that hold the sky
To walk over these dark clouds
To restore light and find a way

To restore sources and streams
And the flowering and fading of things

Now the Sun has cut its way
And no longer reaches the West
Empty, grey, dystopian skies
Even wisdom has run away

So, I don’t want to take any calls, right now
Maybe tomorrow, when we can meet again in the Sun

Alone, I will sail across the oceans to a landing place
Alone, I will follow storms and winds to find a way
Maybe, tomorrow, we’ll meet in the Sun again
Far away far away we’ll find a way

Alone, I will sail across the oceans to a landing place
Alone, I will follow storms and winds to find a way
Maybe, tomorrow, we’ll meet in the Sun again
Far away far away we’ll find a way