Hold my arms out weary eyed
to the stars, to those few that I trust
my hands tied with iron
archives of byzantine pondering

The sun is tired of America's idol
who stretches in sighs to no end
Yet mountains of dust
gather for trains towards tomorrow

And now the day that nary a soul
can spare a word to enlighten me
comes crashing to my feet
Ascension's Glorious Wound

Till childe nations carry off
sweet residue from the demagogue
sit silently in your arms
Ascension's Glorious Wound

Traveler's of paradise
seek maps screaming to no avail
they look toward the west
but know its a dream left forgotten

Dissident's from Paris fly to Shanghai
to hide their loose ends
but in good time they'll find
that no one is saved for tomorrow

And now the trade winds
shred the skin of smokescreen nationalities
which lie in honeyed words
Ascensions Glorious Wound

Till childe nations carry off
sweet residue of the demagogue
sit silently in your arms
Ascension's Glorious Wound

Oh wherever we go
Lost in the snow
A soldier knows
another, another time
Another, Another Time

Oh he knows
Yes he knows

Oh wherever we go
Lost in the snow
A soldier knows
another, another time
Another, Another Time

The city sleeps under a sapphire
as convicts hang from such a lonely noose
and from the eyes of little wanderers
Fall and settle on this ancient crux

And through the eyes of long dead kings
come sweeping waves of born realities
shaping dreams from just a node of dust
far from any cut under the cloth

Somehow we have restrained ourselves
We could be mad but were not
You know, we'll find out soon enough

ah ah ah

Somewhere by yourself
Don't give heed for the sun
is holy matter

ah ah ah