We're Going Home

Do what the others do, you always hear them say You watch the painted dress of crystal gold Across the windswept square Slowly pass down the river To see the old grey man Of winters pass before me To see the old grey man Of winters past before me You sleep, too deep, to cry Aghast, to creep, too shy We stand watching, your frozen breath But it's too late, to cry We're going, home now We're going, home We're going, home now A light, a subterfuge Along the streets of expressionless faces A chance of reconciliation A silver outline of a figure Alone in the dark night A chance to live that past Of silhouettes once seen A moment to live that past Of silhouettes once seen You sleep, too deep, to cry Aghast, to creep, too shy We stand watching, your frozen breath But it's too late to cry We're going, home now We're going, home We're going, home now We didn't pass a thing We could have been Easier Walking On Ice