We console now, you and I I said hold me there, hold me Make the night roll magic, I will not fly away So now make it, make it rain I have wandered and I have found No reason that I can understand Why all these boundaries return to where I am So please break them, make them break down into And hold my hands up to your own I'm like a man pitied and maimed Sorrow won't lift our shame like these More from The Wolfgang Press