We could never have won this We were fighting blind Now we all but conquered fate, So hate us and see if we mind Washing off the dust Like the first rains of the rainy season And encircling rage and reason We postponed our grieving But the rains never seemed to come
To have you here, to make you see The wild hopes we hold - it's all over
What care for glory, what care for thee By now you know, it's all over
To this house of stone we flock Hiding like the snails between the reeds and rocks And they'll be searching the valleys in vain As we'll be waiting for the rain A nation reborn, a lame shepherd One must wait and go for the throat when hunting leopard But now we're blinking back each tear There's no changing the balance of fear