Dal quarto disco solista di Crosby.
Testo: His open eyes At first light, We see an echo of his mothers smile
At her breast his sister pressed, outside, the sun begins to warm the ancient tile
They came that day, hollow men Agents of a god they could not know
A mile above, distant eyes, Miss desperate pleas that pictures could not show
The morning falling
A shackle snaps Beneath cold wings, Below The shepherd is pulled toward home
The shadow falls, A falcon calls, BELOW, His world becomes a mountain of stone
They came that day, empty men, Agents of a god they’ll never know
High above, those eyes, See what seems to be on screens that glow
The morning falling
His eyes can see, But His mind can’t hold, What He has seen The absence of the lives they used to live
A world away, The trigger is pulled,And here there is no reason to forgive
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