I dream with a teller’s eye
I dream and it’s right in me
See these hundred mountains
And a hundred high hills
And they’re growing inside now
And they’re growing inside now
And I tell you it’s over
And I tell you it’s all gone
And I tell you about this torture
And I tell you about the streets
I see all these empty hands around
And I see all these hands are empty
And I tell you it’s over
And I tell you it’s all denied
And I tell you it’s over
And they’re coming, I see it
I know it’s the story of one’s fortune
The story to seek one’s fortune
It’s a broken man’s dream
About a broken man’s life
All these empty pockets tell me
All these empty hearts around
All these eyes are wide open
All these eyes are blinded
All these ears go silent
All this breath goes to sleep
I know it’s the story of one’s fortune
The dream to seek one’s fortune
And he says it’s right
And he claims it’s right
And I see all these homeless
On the road they are standing
It’s a tale without ending
It’s a sea without water
It’s a child without dreaming
It’s a man without visions
It’s a girl, it’s a young girl
And I see her
It’s a mother without eyes
I see the mother we all love
I see a man, he’s still broken
See the girl without care
It’s a love without fear
It’s a shade without grey
It’s a word without a prayer
It’s a king without power
It’s a light without a Sun
It’s a ship without sailors
At the end of the sea
