Still Believing

Night owns my white bones but What's left is still saying Strange prayers in high places Wild airs with wilder graces Birds fly with no motion What draws me draws the ocean Chorus Down on my knees again, Still believing In the time of reason no more Down on my knees again Still believing Peace of mind is worth any chore Great dreams and laid schemes Just blown down by high winds And strong signs from old forces Wild dogs run trackless courses Night changes sweet mountain Vain hopes need cold fountains Chorus Night owns my white bones but What's left is still saying Chorus...