When the smoke clears   and the truth comes shining through.   I will watch the sparks fly   from deadlines overdue   make no mistake now   time will hunt them down   till the language of reason   runs them to (the) ground.      Who will raise their voice, as the cruel winds blow   and who will call a truce, and who can break our fall   whisper words of reason to those without a song   who will raise their voice, and carry us along.      Those images are everywhere, like sand in your hair   from the beaches of childhood they slip through my fingers they’re   like years of our lives, tormenting and cruel   will the world look that way again, silent and true?      So when the smoke clears   and the truth comes shining through   those prophecies they made   will crumble in two, like a dark horse riding, graceful through the night   you’re the language of reason   the language of life.