Mother, with your hand in mine
We will walk the way
Of the dark divine
We will kiss the soil
We will cross the line
Oh how I dreamed of things impossible
Oh how I dreamed of things impossible
Seems like a life ago
I had walked the fields where the flowers grow
I had picked the bloom of my beautiful sorrow
Oh how I dreamed of things impossible
Oh how I dreamed of things impossible
You would scream despair
And dry the teeming land
And reach beneath the Earth
And offer me your hand
And save me
And save me
And save me
Sometimes I feel your pain
Like a driven nail
Like the falling rain
Like the future pulled through an open vain
Oh how I dreamed of things impossible
Oh how I dreamed of things impossible
See the gaping wound
The blood on which I float
Your love is both the poison
And the antidote
That saves me