There is solace and hope
In the end of your rope
To be sharp as a blade
When the light starts to fade
Ride on
Ride on

When the garden will fade
Will it harden your faith?
Is there truth in their gesture
Or have they all just left you
Right here?
Right here

Do you think it painless
Not to know what day it is?
Is this really all?
Is this really all?

All the feathers have fallen
From the favors you called in
But the fear is appalling
To make light of the fall in
All the brilliant nameless
In your wake have now faded
Only mist as a witness

There is solace and hope
In the end of your rope
To be sharp as a blade
When the night starts to fade
Ride on
Ride on