We stand here alone
Staring out at the wastelands
Everywhere you look
You see your maker's hand

We both fell asleep
I, alone, have woken
You're prostrate to pray
Garbled tongue, sleep talking

You give it all away
All the strength that you ever had
Stolen in your sleep
With no reprimand

When you speak of faith
I try so hard to keep it
Hope. Wish. I have to believe
You'll wake again