A million coming from a narrow aisle Squashing through the needle's eye A million voices, a million dreams
A million crosses, depleting tribe Memories pave the pathway Untold numbers without a name
The smell of withered roses
We're running down these long cold roads When we're in need of You You're falling silent We're heading for the crossroads waiting for a sign It seems God's fallen silent
We're running down these long cold roads When we're in need of You You're falling silent We're heading for the crossroads waiting for a sign It seems God's fallen silent
We keep on chasing our one true love And swear that it's forever We give a little to get it all What You may slot together
Amassing riches, amassing fame We breathe the dust of glory You learn to walk and to run your game And blind out finitude and...
We're running down these long cold roads When we're in need of You You're falling silent We're heading for the crossroads waiting for a sign It seems God's fallen silent
But when we're asking for the way We're standing at the crossroads Asking for the way to take
No time to wait for answers To the questions never asked
And as we're drifting aimlessly We're deafened by the brawl Don't You speak or can't I head You In the rushing of the falls
We're running down these long cold roads When we're in need of You You're falling silent We're heading for the crossroads waiting for a sign It seems God's fallen silent...
But when we're asking for the way We're standing at the crossroads Asking for the way to take