Sharp in animal tongue
Burning fire of language come
In the quiet months of summer
I've seen what You have done
Alabaster, You cut so coldly
I've seen You lie against the sky
With Your teeth catching clouds
And Your fingers strum
These minor chords of night
Caught up in these notes
There is winter yes and
Oh – You Silent King
A hint and a heavy cry
Stretched out as the stream of voices go by
Sing! Your lead reply
(sing Your lead reply)
Night and winter tumble
Note for note and eye to eye
Through the skull-white silence they fly
They dance in lockstep time
With a rhyming word and withered cry
A note for a note and an eye for an eye
And the song is in the flesh
And it sings out through the mouth
And the liver it fills with sorrow
And the lungs they cry from the chest
And the heart it will turn
Into a garden for ghosts
Into a garden
A garden for ghosts