The Prophet

sun shines on my face how it's golden design rain falls in this place and the fields come alive days are only rumours we've wasted we cross the millions we'll see where we stand far removed from the womb will you carry me across the sea? will you carry me? we can drink from fountains and the taste of truth far removed from the womb rhythm and mind don't waste no time want to let it all out when the chains fall off and the walls fall down when we break the seal and our hearts pour out when the frozen ground comes alive around us with a scream