Current 93 - The Inmost Light Itself lyrics

And when I saw the little children sing Their mouths were red and sad Their lipsticksealed smiles And in their minds they hold and hope some sign Some hope The gaudy sequinned dragging banner of the inmost light Around my eyes the sewers spew and laugh The fallen flower gazes at me reaped The crippled cuckoo falls brokenwing And turns around to me and brokenbeak grins From its head Thus so no fear thus so it has arrived The inmost light And if I turn my head for shame And see my lovers' rivers burst and folding there I'll cross my eyes and close my heart And whisper to her womb Greatbloodgreatsilencemymotherthemysteryofall Nothingmaygrasptheenoonemaygraspthee Letmeholdtheenowohcomeohcomeatlast The inmost light Oh God I trail my hands up to my eyes Up to my eyes up to my eyes up to my eyes And say if only then my light and if only if only if I had not despised The inmost light And so I kneel at bluegate blackmouthd**h And offer as my feeble explanation I thought so much was left and so much Time to praise and call the inmost light And I suppose full half and more of these are dreams Some broken code of morals rising after I had touched Her very pith and marrow oh her inmost light If I could scatter children If I could scatter children And while I gaze and count my coins After your godgoldglow they're dead The head is dead and lead I see and feel the hiding glow blaze behind you The inmost light And if your lips are taut Don't move your teeth to speak The lines will start to fall And pull the structure of your world Then all apart And thus you'll see you'll call the inmost night It wispered to me and laughed and said you Lied and shamed the inmost light And if you recall I bent yewlike and roared You did not see the cloudburst wind dead towards you Of the inmost light Our hands tumble towards the skies The block visions of the inmost light And if I pointless arch And spit white nothings at the sky Oh bigboys check it out too f**ing late The children move through town And skip tornskirted and roll the hoop into the arms Of the inmost light Sheer char shrift and sharp Christ is risen you may creep to the cross too late But it's much too late to welcome the inmost light Branch sallow willow yew and tree Not so gay no more So falling faster and faster we fall Nearer cataclysm Or salvation Or nothing how terrible I we are snuffed out with just the momentary mark of smoke To array our pa**ing So we stand milky in moonlight Is this all there is? Is this all there is? Is this all there is? Our eyes so fixed That the darkness surrounds us Unnoticed And we are drowned by the loss of light Unnoticed Is this all there is my friends? Is this all there is? Goodnight goodnight the inmost light Westron wynde when wyll thow blow? The smalle rayne downe can rayne can rayne Cryst yf my love were in my armys And I yn my bed a gayne Will you wait for me there by the dead clock? No more dying One red bird Will You meet me there? Before I sputter out? Dragonflies and mayflies Hovering candles As alabaster guardians for me If you open that door All hell floods out But quietly drably The colour of The smell of The texture of Dust