| Though you may be now | |
| A long way from home | |
| All your hand-me-downs | |
| Live on in their dreams | |
| I can see something in that smile | |
| In the way they play | |
| They're passing down the line | |
| Opening the tears | |
| And the emptiness | |
| No danger signs | |
| features unrecognised until now | |
| So soon winter brings | |
| The first fall of snow | |
| There are secret things | |
| In all the whitest worlds | |
| I can see something in that smile | |
| In the way they play | |
| They're passing down the line | |
| Opening the tears | |
| And the emptiness | |
| No danger signs | |
| Features unrecognised until now | |
| Time enough when old sensations | |
| Won't remind anymore | |
| unaware of all the children | |
| Running rings without a care | |
| Joining in their games | |
| When I hear pale horses riding | |
| See them fly as they go | |
| Then I know to free the reins | |
| Of Unquiet thoughts |