I might not have held you; the perfect embrace was a gesture that I could't find
The bird which resides on the edges of space will agree that I was not unkind.
Mine is the spirit which won't be contained in a castle, cathedral or jail
Truth is elusive but I will remain, though I stumble, and flicker and fail.
I lived under the dark cloth
Nothing else matters at all.
Following visions of heaven
Nothing else matters, nothing else matters at all.
Leave your possessions and cling to the light, oh my woman, my lover, my kiss
Art is a flame in the deep of the night.
We are hung between darkness and bliss
Yearning for glory and ten years to burn
Though my body will wither and die
If we lack the pa**ion then nature will turn
We'll hear hymns from the stones and the sky
I lived under the dark cloth
Nothing else matters at all.
Following visions of heaven
Nothing else matters, nothing else matters at all.
At all.
At all.