Thunder Perfect Mind - 1992When we touch the worldAnd it falls awayWhen we feel that we're bornJust to fall apartAnd our mother lies in stateAnd the broken pitcher glistensAnd the snow is at the windowCreating neither sign nor symbolAnd the earth covers earthAnd the mud lies in poolsWhere the sand-dunes stretch unbrokenAnd the dry wind bends and sighsAnd the geese are running harmlessAnd our desires are running wildThen we're looking at the smokeThat's rising from the incenseNeither coming here nor goingNeither heaven here nor hellNeither borning here nor birthingNeither dying here nor deathAnd we're wrapped inside our troublesAnd we're wrapped inside our painAnd wracked with fires with longingAnd our eyes are blind with nightWith our fingers clutching coinsAnd our thoughts burning with 'I'And our eyes cannot be satedWith the world and its nightmaresWith the world and its dreamsThough later they'll be filledWith a small handful of dustAnd the gods appear on the altarsAnd we recognise their faceIt's a face that we have carved thereAnd it's full of fear and longingAnd promises and threatsBut they neither stoop to conquerNor do they stoop to praiseAnd the mines are void of diamondsThat we carry in our ragsThen all the world seemsA sadness songAnd all the world seemsA sadness song