Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
 A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers  
 But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

 He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
 In his youth or a dream  he can't be precise
 He's chained forever to a world that's departed
 It's not enough  it's not enough

 His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
 His knees have trembled & given way in the night
 His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
 His step has faltered

 One world, one soul
 Time pass, the river rolls

 It's not enough it's not enough
 His hand has faltered
 .... .... ......

 And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
 And silent replies that swirl invitation
 Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
 A grim intimation of what is to be

 There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
 And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
 And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
 Of promises broken