This machine it
Is nothing more than ship
Of a flesh and bone
To hold a spark
Same as the river
Same as the stone
And O see us wish
That the sun so far above
Was up there smiling
When we know that it's
Just a fiery star aloft
In an empty heaven
For we who are born to break
Who are made to be unmade
We awake
Sudden as a flame
A breath, a kiss
A dream of this
Life - and again
Well back into the breach
We crash and fall
We drink it all
In - and then
We rust and waste
Into dust and clay
Again
Well this machine
Rolling cooly and thin
The look of the fateless
Recording the turn
Of the seasons in
The book without pages
And O see us wish
That the road led the way
To the mountain
When the truth of it is
Even the roads were paved
By cities of lost men
For we who are born to break
Who are made to be unmade
We awake
Sudden as a flame
A breath, a kiss
A dream of this
Life - and again
Well back into the breach
We crash and fall
We drink it all
In - and then
We rust and waste
Into dust and clay
Again
For we who are born to break
Who are made to be unmade
Sparks held in bone and skin
Our coiled springs unwinding
We awake
Sudden as a flame
A breath, a kiss
A dream of this
Life - and again
Well back into the breach
We crash and fall
We drink it all
In - and then
We rust and waste
Into dust and clay
Again