Street Preacher Video (MV)

I met a man in the centre of a city as the sun set down
He told me a train bound for glory as he shook my hand
And spoke of a silent weaving voice
That threads its song throughout the whole of life

The world was angry, fires were burning in ancient city streets
As cultures clashed and people fled their homes to find
Some safer place to be
He spoke of a silent weaving voice
That threads its song throughout the whole of life

He says: "You can't see it, you can't touch it
But I know that it's there"

The night grew darker, windows lit up all along the harbourside
Drunken voices slurred their stories, music roared
Beneath the orange glowing sky
And he spoke of a silent weaving voice
That threads its song throughout the whole of life