The fall, the fall, oh God, the fall of man
The fruit is found in every eye and every hand
Nothing there is nothing yet in truest form
We walk like ghosts upon the earth
The ground it groans

How long, how long will You wait
How long, how long till You save us all, save us all

Turn your face to me

The light, the light
The morning light is gone
And all that's left is fragile breath in failing lungs
The night, the night
The guiding night has come
Uniting lover with his bride
More precious than the dawn

How long must we wait'

Turn your face to me...