Near a naked, near a naked night Colors cleave Fear forms hate in faithless fight Love that bleeds Racing fast, resigned to ruin Are we really blind to the moon And deaf to the tune? Tasteless tears, amoral might Soul set out to sea Can we feel that distant light? Does it breathe? Broken mirrors subtract our sight Shadows sleep Arc that bends forever long Will it even stretch past the sun? Turn right from a rock? Rise our face toward morning bright Or bravely break our peace? trombone solo trombone solo In this land of death and eye Can we dream? Draw our breath, lay arms aside And mercy Sense the hope deep in our hearts And can we make some of ours To end where the stars are? Stirring pride, let hope arise So shall we be free? So shall we be free? trombone solo