The fall, the fall, oh God the fall of man. The fern is found in every eye and every hand. Nothing there is nothing yet in truest form, we walk like ghost upon the earth, the ground in groans. How long, how long will you wait?
How long, how long till you save us all, save us all?
Turn your face to me, turn your face to me.
The light, the light, the morning light is gone. And all that’s left is fragile breath and failing lungs. The night, the night, the guiding night has come, igniting love and with its bride more precious than the dark
How long, how long must we wait?

Turn your face to me, turn your face to me.