If the stars fall down on me,

And the sun refuse to shine,

Then may the shackles be undone,

May all the old words, cease to rhyme.

If the skies, turn into stone,

It will matter not at all,

For there is no heaven in the sky,

Hell does not wait for our downfall,

Let the voice of reason shine,

Let the pious vanish for all times,

God's face is, hidden, all

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young

In a world of magnets and miracles

Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary

The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway

Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps

Running before times took our dreams away

Leaving the myriad small