Lyrics:

Let us go back to the Dark Ages

A cry in the silence, a shine in the dark
Like a rising star, the dream is coming
Images of violence, a flight through time and space
It's such a lonely place; the dream has started
The smoke is rising, the vision's getting clearer
And words become a song
In the dreamtime

I've lost control, marooned and cold
I suffer the fears of a future untold
I cannot change the shape of things to come
The smoke is rising, the vision's getting clearer
And words become a song
In the dreamtime

The smoke is rising, the vision's getting clearer
The hands of time are whirling around
I'm realizing– the future's getting nearer
And words become a song

The smoke is rising, the vision's getting clearer
And words become a song