When the smoke clears and the truth comes shining through. I will watch the sparks fly from deadlines overdue make no mistake now time will hunt them down till the language of reason runs them to (the) ground.
Who will raise their voice, as the cruel winds blow and who will call a truce, and who can break our fall whisper words of reason to those without a song who will raise their voice, and carry us along.
Those images are everywhere, like sand in your hair from the beaches of childhood they slip through my fingers they're like years of our lives, tormenting and cruel will the world look that way again, silent and true?
So when the smoke clears and the truth comes shining through those prophecies they made will crumble in two, like a dark horse riding, graceful through the night you're the language of reason the language of life.