Why is the voice remote
If it follows every place you go?
Underneath your feet the [?]
Above the road is smooth and great
Why is the dead not done?
Why is the dead not done?
Can you meet the waiting one?
Why is the dead not done?
We followed the talking for much too long
The beating of earth by a desperate [?]
We all were the leaders who silence led
While the talkers [?] what the listeners said
We could not move, we could not fight
We were arrested by the sight
Of angels and infinite heights
And the coming and going of light and time