I walk in a line, I see where I'm going
I turn inside out the days that I've known
I face to myself and give up the ghost
I turn in my mind what time already knows

In the Time Of The Assassins, they say hallelujah
It doesn't take a miracle to raise a heart from the dead

I sift through the ash, I look for a sign
I open the wound that keeps me in line
The shoulder that turns, the flame that goes out, the chapter I close

In the Time Of The Assassins, they say hallelujah
it doesn't take a miracle to raise a heart from the dead

And can something change, but still feel the same