I know you'd like to hear a song   that sings everything's alright   the temperature is warm    the fire horses sleep    so gently comes the night..    Now close your eyes and stare    the ground they're on is bare   but once it was as deep    and wild as giant's dreams      They're no longer there      And all of our desires   could mirror skies with flames   smoke out heaven's halls   who was that you called?      They're no longer there.      Here it goes again,    here it goes again,   here it goes again.      What would you leave behind when all your fields are dead?    When your territories are dried out and your cities drowned and swept?    What would you leave behind when those who bear your name are born to that place that you wrecked?      What would you leave behind when you're no longer there?      Would you sail to distant shores   and hide within the haze   softly close the door   pretend the world was saved   and wait for heaven's call?      Or would you turn and face the sea   and calm decide you care   There's chance but if you dare   and swift as honour's steeds   before it's no longer there      Here it goes again...      To deny or despair,   they're really just the same   and everything between   it means we have to change.   Cos when a one forgets   their world begins to fade   And all the shapes and shades   that made their colours see   well they suddenly turn grey      Then they're no longer there