Wind and rain and moving mountains Can you feel the shifting ground Lay with me in a bed of ashes Hold me while the fire rains down Have I really come this far only to make the same mistakes Well the night is long and the night Is dark hold me till the morning breaks I'm just trying to understand this walk I'm walking If this rush stopped long enough to hear when God is talking Hard to figure why things are the way they are All that I know is we're living on a pebble by a burning Burning star Ooh If the writings on the wall Can't say that we were never warned Oh what if everything is perfect and all things must die to be reborn Is the sky really falling has it all been carved in stone Are we all just waiting here for someone to take us home Hard to figure why things are the way they are All that I know is we're living on A pebble by a burning (Burning star) In the red poor corner country people that lived in a mountain side No one knows just where they went why The rain stopped and the corn all died Aztec priest and a pyramid painting Don't it look like a flying machine Bones and stones out in the desert so much for the pride of kings Hard to figure why things are the way they are All that I know is we're living on a pebble by a burning Hard to figure why things are the way they are All that I know is we're living on a pebble by a burning Burning star