We must free the chained Gods And rebuild the pillars that hold the sky To see the willows sway along the river And run and fly together again Maybe in silence the herons will come back, this way Maybe one day the seasons will come back, this way Warships sway in silence On the useless motion of the waves Love doesn’t live in this place No swallows flying in the sky So, I don’t want to take any calls, right now Maybe tomorrow, when we can meet again in the Sun Alone, I will sail across the oceans to a landing place Alone, I will follow storms and winds to find a way Maybe, tomorrow, we’ll meet in the Sun again Far away, far away, we’ll find a way We must free the chained Gods And rebuild the pillars that hold the sky To walk over these dark clouds To restore light and find a way To restore sources and streams And the flowering and fading of things Now the Sun has cut its way And no longer reaches the West Empty, grey, dystopian skies Even wisdom has run away So, I don’t want to take any calls, right now Maybe tomorrow, when we can meet again in the Sun Alone, I will sail across the oceans to a landing place Alone, I will follow storms and winds to find a way Maybe, tomorrow, we’ll meet in the Sun again Far away far away we’ll find a way Alone, I will sail across the oceans to a landing place Alone, I will follow storms and winds to find a way Maybe, tomorrow, we’ll meet in the Sun again Far away far away we’ll find a way