As the bell must strike the hour
As the west must stab the sun
So our hearts

must head the flow
of deeper tides that run
Far beyond this bare indifference

That prosperity esteems
Where the spirit
raves and dances

Through our very veins

At winters edge you found me

By the fields of wild gold
My hands still filled with ashes
From fires long cold

You pulled me
from the wreckage
of bitterness and blame

flung open the page
And put some flesh on
the bones of my dreams


On the streets
the blossom snowing

And the drum is beating slow
To hear you speak so clear
Well I'm slicing through the fear

Setting all the beacons
blazing, baby oh!
It's staring out plainer than ever

Brighter than all the fools
gold that gleams
It's simply now or never

Putting flesh on the bones
of my dreams


Putting flesh on the
bones of my dreams
Putting flesh on the

bones of my dreams

And they can plunder

the cave of sorrows
They can strip the gallery bare
Try to build a fence

around the visions
In our heads, choke every spark
In a cloak of despair

But we got something
they can't stifle
With their price tags

and picture frames
Got a flower for every rifle
Putting flesh on the

bones of my dreams