Behold the rider on the horizon
Riding His horse through 1000 miles of devastation
A pillar of smoke all around Him
Straight as an arrow
He rides through 1000 years of desolation
Making a trail of blood
all the way from His cloak
in a dead straight highway to the skyline
Doesn't blink once as He follows His beloved
into the city of buses, billboards and pylons
The shadows pa**
and 1000 angels fill up the skies and cry
"Hosanna in excelsius"
His eyes are burning with wrath so I ask
"sir, is that your blood, or is it someone elses?"
He shows me the scars on His hands
but His arm are strong
and I can't believe that He could be beat
My jacket is dirty and He hands me His clean clothes
He insists
and He speaks
"O darling, you're as red as blood.
But I'll make you as pure as snow, my love"
I was undecided
and in the blinking of an eye He was gone into the night
so I sat there and cursed my hesitation
I've walked every inch of this town
asking everybody
"Did you see Him? Did you see where He was heading?"
And the people of this city all sound like a broken record
Like propaganda slogans looping over on the television
"Don't know.. Don't care..
Little lady, how dare you be talking about that man
in our utopian civilisation?"
The watchmen on the walls are looking down on me
Staring like they want me
or like they're going to come and beat my face in
Arms are swinging
Time and space are suspended
The world turns red and I'm kissing the pavement
Wake up three days later
Behold the rider
and I'm right behind You in Your trail of blood
I messed up his clothes pretty bad
But He doesn't mind
And now I've got scars just like He does