The afternoon has gently passed me by

The evening spreads its sail against the sky

O ye of little faith

You follow in my step

We crumble on the ground before you dry...



The universe is but a question mark

Hangs above my head there in the dark

O ye of little hope

I thought that I could croak

The truth has stretched you far from me,too far...



Oh Pilate, you speak to me so clear

Your voice of hell has filled my soul with fear

O ye of little blood

You call lies in the mud

You hands are always washing them...



The afternoon has gently passed me by

The evening spreads its sail against the sky

O ye of little faith

You follow in my step

We crumble on the ground before you dry...

Oh Pilate, you speak to me so clear

Your voice of hell has filled my soul with fear

O ye of little blood

You call lies in the mud

You hands are always washing them