An army charges upon the land To the sound of retreat This is bigger than us A stronger wind is blowing Blowing from Paradise Into the world to come Progress is its name Death nods his head First the dead Then the living Call their names Like a legion Their steps are retreating Out of the earth and the sea Back to the beginning of time An endless beach Where a table has been set for one With salt and water Lay down the kid And turn around and leave First the dead Then the living Call their names Like a legion
blowing, legion, name, retreating, nod