For Mark it came out of the light and everything went down in freefall. What I remember most of all is when she said that people die don't they. Cry don't they. There comes a time when you're alone with yourself and the cold light and fear, whatever they might say. And the girl with the flowers in her hair said you should have made time for sharing. And there she lies your hoped for future boy you better pray she don't leave you. Figure we have lost our way before this dark and broken trail was made before the surface cooled to stone before the harsh light and the white walls the first struggle for breath. And winterbourne no longer flow from the hills the trees are all down, the losers have found that the girl with the flowers in her hair says there's nothing else left for giving. And there she lies your hoped for future boy you better pray she don't leave you. I understand there will soon be man's first steps on red earth and I hear they're defining the very nature of our being. Is there nothing we can't do? It's come to pa** at long last there is such strength in numbers and the circle's turned full circle and God is now made in our image. How far have we come down from Dragon Bone Hill when the best case we can make is we threw it all away?