In the field of white crosses I am gone In the low tones of thunder where the clouds run I ride with the gentle rain and come back to you Sleepless in the immaculate night I am lost remembering your eyes Perhaps dreaming in acts of light Close as you reach for the moon Between your fingers That cover your eyes against the sun And so strength shall come And strength shall pa** And in her struggle to be free In the false trails of the resurrection The horse of the half moon dies Trying to find you For she cannot love anymore