| Scattered upon the earth | |
| where smoke fills the air | |
| misty faces come and go | |
| but can't break the silence | |
| in confinement under the violet sky | |
| nothing is left but to wait | |
| the end of things doesn't seem to exist | |
| A myriad of words speak to my ears | |
| The path is endless for the loner | |
| to reach the land where you hear | |
| mountains breathe | |
| Scattered upon the earth | |
| where tragedies fill the air | |
| misty faces come and go | |
| like your haunting strain | |
| in confinement under the violet sky |