Trail of Waste (Cradlemoon) - Martin Hall, The Danish Chamber Players

The fire and the water keep mixing in my blood

The sons and the daughters seemed to give it all up They get too tired of the waiting, too tired to believe

In the promises that nobody keeps

I’ve seen a generation coming, I’ve seen a generation go And the more I see, the less I know

I want to go to sleep

I want to drown in the deep of the cradlemoon

I want to touch the sky

I want to lie down and die in the cradlemoon of the night

So I followed the shadows by the trail of the waste

And it lead me into the heart, to the heart of these days

Never wanted to remember, never wanted to believe

But you don’t ask why when the thunderheart beats

All I wanted was a reason, what I got was so much more

Couldn’t turn my back on the things that I saw

I want to go to sleep

I want to drown in the deep of the cradlemoon

I want to touch the sky

I want to lie down and die in the cradlemoon of the night

In a world full of stories, there’s a time in the night

When the sky seems to break by the blink of the eye