When all the worlds are lost in snow I have to move this meaning through Disperse the force so far engendered All near the steam and summer view And then... remain
Where steeples crash in fire and thunder Where sheets of steel obscure the land Where word and sense are torn asunder Here was the place I chose to stand Just when I think I'm going under I... remain
Well all the waves of spin are foaming And fake muezzin steam and brew Formed in the fire of all their belongings This is the weight I took you through Just when I think I'm going under This is the way I thought it through This is the way I took you under