Soon we'll find a mothering home to rest our bags on A gathering stone to set our sights on Soon we'll find a mothering home to rest our bags on A gathering stone to set our sights on Turn our bags to a stolen ground Watch it waste, watch it spiral down So we've set our eyes wide awake And sleep it rests out of reach again Parallel lines closing in Paralysed I fall too soon, too soon Paralysed I fall too soon, too soon Too soon Soon we'll find a mothering home to rest our bags on A gathering stone to set our sights on Soon we'll find a mothering home to rest our bags on A gathering stone to set our sights on Slip away, the dark will hide you In between the fading silhouette Deep within these walls I'm caving in And winter waits to rehearse in again Parallel lines closing in Paralysed I fall too soon, too soon Paralysed I fall too soon, too soon Too soon Soon we'll find a mothering home to rest our bags on A gathering stone to set our sights on