there were signs up in the sky when we gathered by the garden wall everybody on his best behavior listening for the altar call high priest of salem in his robes ranting at the coming of the day ravens at the gates frightening all the visitors away i laid down by the water dreamed a dream of where i come from old things made new waiting for you there were wooden wind chimes rustling in the trees above the anthills on the dunes on the high winds we could hear them old familiar tunes the little bit of faith we had once like the memory of a movie they got burned up in the great fire reassembling itself slowly but surely i laid down by the water dreamed a dream of where i come from old things made new waiting for you