There's a place that we can go    at the end of a long slow day    streetlamps fuse the rising night    I feel so far away       when you came back late, from the garden    I couldn't turn my eyes    and I was dead       outside in the crowded pines    ships are sailing though the wood    impossible    leaving in the space between    the Hovis homes, the railway heath    impossible       I can see my freedom but I need a little time    your hair wet and your arms full    you were dead, you were alive       looking in the heart of light    looking into the silence       from those nights so frigid    they seemed hardly real    through the last light on the plain    Roland to the dark tower came    weialala leia    weialala leia    impossible    impossible    impossible