tell me dark heart of my deep sleep where the past drops in like unwanted guests rattling their chains of thought shuffling their feet peering into things i thought i d laid to rest and for all i ve left undone there s another dream to come once there were wars fought over spice and salt and the stick of gold became the standard measure nothing much has changed in this modern age and it won t until the pain s not worth the pleasure and for all we ve left undone there s another war to come i want to feed and water the horses the course is long and dry can t do it alone oh no we can t although we ve tried and tried and tried we may not deserve you we ll come to serve you by and by feed and water the horses where they lie i miss the smell of ink on paper and it s morning pull all the news comes via link now all so virtual i don t know what to think i don t know what to feel the beginning of the end or reinvention of the wheel and for all we ve left undone we are still evolution i want to feed and water the horses the course is long and dry can t do it alone oh no we can t although we ve tried and tried and tried we may not deserve you we ll come to serve you by and by feed and water the horses where they lie i realize that the beast lie there in our plans peacefully sleeping but faithfully keeping they re ready for the burden man but if you knew something they d take you to something you are dying for your burden man wouldn t you need it wouldn t you feed it wouldn t you praise it evermore feed and water the horses the course is long and dry can t do it alone oh no we can t although we ve tried and tried and tried we may not deserve you we ll come to serve you by and by feed and water the horses where they lie