How many times must I dream of you
Before I say goodbye?
How many nights must I cling anew
Before my love runs dry?
How many coats must be torn and sewn
Before this winter ends?
And how many loves must be loved and lost
Before I dream of you again?
What's the use of Cupid's darts
For mocking humans blind?
What's the pill for broken hearts
For broken hearts divine?
What's the stage where deaf men act
For groping martyrs green?
And what's the play where Venus laughs
For martyrs yet unseen?
When to tell the young girl blue
To tell her all we know?
When to tell the old man too
To tell him when to go?
When to fall atop the blade
To sink like sunken ships?
And when to hear the razor's edge
To swallow as he slips?
Why the pain to never cease
A purifying grace?
Why the slain hath never peace
A fire or His face?
Why begin with the yet unborn
A providential plan?
And why stop selling our broken homes
A child raises man?
Who's the sage who will lead us see
From foggy ruins to rhyme?
Who's the one who will set us free
From the ravages of time?
Who's to heal our mangled scars
From wrinkled head to toe?
And who will light our darkened souls
From desert sands to fields of woe?
Where's the coin that is flipped and falls
As life's gloomy haze begins?
Where's the gate where Peter calls
As our journey ends?
Where's the sea that sailors cross
As sirens sing dead wind?
And where's the voice of God enfleshed
At the river's edge of sin?
