Magic People

all the stones and all the spells
and all the golden cups
that gods fill
can't rub you safe and warm again
won't close your eyes and see you
waking up again


and now you're cold
and now you are all
cold
like cut diamonds behind the glass
but I can't buy any one of you back
and I can't touch any one of you
I won't see any one of you
but nobody can break you

and there is a beauty that  fires just can't capture
and there is a strength that the earth cannot contain
and the river's cold
but it cuts through the night
and it runs a long time
and it can run all night