Scanning These Crowds Songtext

i was half asleep in the washroom when they came in eyes like moonlight on barbed wire and veins showing under the skin the uniforms made me nervous, i got ready for the chase but they left me scanning these crowds for some signs of your face something fell in Saskatchewan in 1885 where is it now that we need it, in this century of jive? the axe falls as if through water - never leaves a trace and i'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face the world shot down love like a spy, once upon a time ago now people stand around here, like crows in the snow like the shadow of the rope on Louis Riél, they look so clean out of place and i'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face though storms may still kiss the grasslands with primal fire in the land of passive revolution, everything's for hire are they demons, are they lemmings, or just the humans in this place? Lord, i'm scanning these crowds for some sign of your face