Well they wait as they beg   At the fountain-side   Where their coins and their dreams   And their wishes and schemes come to die      With a vengeful grin the mendicant   Regrets his mistakes on the day    When the fountain runs dry      He's staring at the sky   And the absence of light    Turns these grey days dark      Face away west to the sun   To the falling nights' cold   (It's time to get my story straight)   And we sink or we swim    Or we separate everything left   (It's time to get my story straight)      Well they stand, and they wait   At the river's edge   Where the wind stings your face   And will chase away    All of your warmth       Drag out: turn in   The mendicant sleeps   And he dreams   Of horizon-less seas       Implore the sears to tell    The stories of their inflictions    Under staring stars      (And I'm screaming at the wall    Like it should fall apart    Right in front of me)       (And I'm staring at the sky    And the absence of light   Paints these grey days dark)