Once there were castles built into the stone
Undaunted challengers connected to the same stone
And the skirmishes between them did not matter, could not change them
‘Cause they were rooted firmly in the ground

But the ground grew soft and they grew weary
And they hauled the anchor in and set sail
But they found no wind in the middle of the ocean
So they are drifting, they are drifting still

Every now and then an island passes by
Every now and then someone jumps off
Every now and then a false alarm is sounded
Every now and then someone cries

One day they ran aground on a foreign shore
They were surrounded by people waiting
They were waiting for fire from the sky
They were waiting for the world to end, the dove to descend

But he had not come, he had not come and they were wondering
He had not come, he had not come to end their suffering
He had not come, he had not come to give them their wings
He had not come, he had not come and they were drifting

What one had been a functioning society
Had rusted, broken down, was ripping at the seams
They had abandoned their happiness, their joy of living
They had relinquished their humanity to stand there waiting

Still he had not come, he had not come and they were wondering
He had not come, he had not come to end their suffering
He had not come, he had not come to give them their wings
He had not come, he had not come and they were drifting

As the sailor stood there he felt a fish swim by
He looked and saw the waves engulfing the edge of the shore
And all around him flew fantastical creatures
What made them long for all this fire from the sky?

They were looking for miracles in a cloud of smoke
They wanted slavery with a tangible master
What’s wrong with living now? the sailor asked the herds of people
But if we close our eyes we might miss his entrance

The sailor shook his head and he went back to his ship
We’re heading home to our castles in the stone
We thought our faith had become idle and listless
And as they sailed away the people sighed

They went back to their castles built into the stone
They had foundations delving deep into the land
We thought we needed to escape the lives that we’d been living
They jumped into the waves and ran to kiss the sand

And he has not come, he has not come and they are wondering
He has not come, he has not come to end their suffering
He has not come, he has not come to give them their wings
He has not come, he has not come and they are drifting
They are drifting