Текст песни A Sad Sadness Song

When we touch the world

And it falls away

When we feel like we're born

Just to fall apart

And our mother lies in state

And the broken pitcher glistens

And the snow is at the window

Making neither sign nor symbol

And the earth covers earth

And the mud lies in pools

Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken

And the dry wind bends and sighs

And the geese are running harmless

And our desires are running wild

When we're looking at the smoke

That's rising from the incense

Neither coming here nor going

Neither heaven here nor hell

Neither borning here nor birthing

Neither dying here nor death

And we're wrapped inside our troubles

And we're wrapped inside our pain

And wracked with fires with longing

And our eyes are blind with night

With our fingers clutching coins

And our thoughts burning with 'I'

And our eyes cannot be sated

With the world and it's nightmares

With the world and it's dreams

Though later they'll be filled

With a small handful of dust

And the gods appear on altars

And we recognise their face

It's a face that we have carved there

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And promises and threats

But they neither stoop to conquer

Nor do they stoop to praise

And the mines are void of diamonds

That we carry in our rags

And all the world seems

A sadness song

All the world seems

A sad sadness song

Fourteen long years she lies oh she lies oh

And love as she lies she dreams in white stone

Colonnade marbled and balcony empty

A broken band brokenly marks broken time

Fourteen long years she dreams oh she dreams oh

As dreamer she dreams on, as lover entwines

Her limbs grow round his limbs, she drinks from a bottle

She walks through the city she's lost and then found

Fourteen long years, further back scattered

She sits on some beach and reasons with him

In the secret red moist heart, the most loved and most dark

The flame shaft and fierce dart, the rose-leaf and moss-part

Spreadeagled like starfish, most pain and most fear

Like flower of sea-grass, most fragile and harmless

Most fiery and bloody, most childlike and wrinkled

This starfish, this spider, most wretched and great

''Do not cry for me; let me show you the path

On which we neither come nor go''

She smiles at me lake-wide, wet-brown-eyed and dark-skinned

Some dark moon unmoved stalks through our loss

''Do not spend this night with me;

I shall make the fallen blind see''

This too another broken toy, from broken girl gift to broken boy

I ask my sea-blue rushing mother:

''Shall she hear the lions roar?''