"The fields of our days Just feel like tidal waves Wash all our hope away A walk we cannot face A mist hangs low, we're on the run Back to where we started from Hand in hand, it's all we have And all we are, to notice that: We're riding through the grey (and I'm with you) On a whisper and dismay (and I'm with you) You've all fallen away (and I'm with you) You've got to know I'm here to stay (and I'm with you) I'm with you In carbon dreams, we think we feel A film running on empty reels Adrift we sift, through all we've missed Promise not to lose your grip "