I know you'd like to hear a song that sings everything's alright the temperature is warm the fire horses sleep so gently comes the night.. Now close your eyes and stare the ground they're on is bare but once it was as deep and wild as giant's dreams They're no longer there And all of our desires could mirror skies with flames smoke out heaven's halls who was that you called? They're no longer there. Here it goes again, here it goes again, here it goes again. What would you leave behind when all your fields are dead? When your territories are dried out and your cities drowned and swept? What would you leave behind when those who bear your name are born to that place that you wrecked? What would you leave behind when you're no longer there? Would you sail to distant shores and hide within the haze softly close the door pretend the world was saved and wait for heaven's call? Or would you turn and face the sea and calm decide you care There's chance but if you dare and swift as honour's steeds before it's no longer there Here it goes again... To deny or despair, they're really just the same and everything between it means we have to change. Cos when a one forgets their world begins to fade And all the shapes and shades that made their colours see well they suddenly turn grey Then they're no longer there