No Pain

Across the town on the other hill

Your lights glow from a different world

You always found a place to hide - nails and cross to lay beside;

With all the ghosts that we denied

Now, in rippled arcs across the sky, the great white birds of winter fly;

And the wheel turns, and people change - scattered ashes to the wind

And there's no pain, there's no pain, there's no pain

A dry river in the blazing sun . . 

Your parched face and your callused hands

Behind us lie the arid lands

To say too much - well, it was not our way

And in the end there wasn't much to say;

The scars are healed now anyway

And there's no pain. . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . 

And Abraham rose, took his only son, and knife and tinder

In his hand, and setting out across the desert and up into

The scrubland hills, he bound the boy Isaac to the stone

Raised the blade and waited for the miracle

But the wind blows silent across the hills, across the dead and the empty hills

Dead, like the god that never came

Like your face, the day that you turned away

There's no pain . . . a dry river in the blazing sun . .