All the years I lost to sadness, all the years I lost to rage Like a dog that bites its master, have you rattled at your cage All the words you left unspoken gather 'round your brain to grieve Around the slowly fading picture of the man you couldn't be When we reach our proper station, will we have to shield our eyes From the background radiation underneath these silent skies Or live as dust beneath the altar, so forgotten and discrete With no chance to ever falter underneath your savior's feet We're convinced that there's a cadence to the murmurs in the dark Rapt in patient arbitration between our weary head and heart Until our spirits cease their raging in the silence of the night We will look for love and logic in the dying of the light