Rising on a low Going down on a high Reaping a harvest of stone, All we’ve thought and read And all we’ve heard and said All coming down from the sky All coming down from the sky But tell me will you follow me Through the spaces Where the end shall be? O tell me will you follow me Are we sailing Are we sinking deep? Tell me
Will you follow me? Gone forever, gone forever now Tell me A story of lament, The king became a fool And a hero courting doom And the seer weaving visions for the blind A temple turned to flames And a sanctuary turned grave We’ve seen this all before It will come again