As the bell must strike the hour    As the west must stab the sun    So our hearts must heed the flow of deeper tides that run    Far beyond this bare indifference    That prosperity esteems    Where the spirit raves and dances    Through our very veins       At winter's edge you found me    By the fields of wild gold    My hands still filled with ashes    From fires long cold    You pulled me from the wreckage of bitterness and blame    Flung open the page    And put some flesh on the bones of my dreams       On the streets the blossom snowing    and the drum is beating slow    To hear you speak so clear    Well I'm slicing through the fear    Setting all the beacons blazing, baby oh    It's staring out plainer than ever    Brighter than all the fools' gold that gleams    It's simply now or never    Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams       Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams    Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams       And they can plunder the cave of sorrows    They can strip the gallery bare    Try to build a fence around the visions    In our heads, choke every spark    In a cloak of despair    But we got something they can't stifle    With their price tags and picture frames    Got a flower for every rifle    Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams