Soon we shall know

If we learn to accept

That the stars do not go out when we die

Heavy is the head

The head that wears the Crown

It’s all down, it’s all down, down to me

Let me be your Pope

Or at least your Archdeacon

Let my love, be your truth, be your beacon

Let me build you a chapel

Stained glass windows, stained glass windows

The colour of your eyes, stained glass windows

The world and its double

Here I am,

A derelict at last

Before your eyes

Such visions of your past

An endless youth

Only death will resolve

A malformed future, too slow to dissolve

Yet here I am

I did pass through

Whatever happens, don’t forgive me, don’t forget me

I’m sick to death

Sick to death of being brave

Deliver me dreamlessly to the grave

The word and its double

Here I am,

A derelict at last

Before your eyes

Such visions of your past

Oh death, oh captain

Let’s weigh anchor, let’s weigh anchor

For this land bores us,

Let us cast off, let us cast off