"Do you still see me even here?" (The silver cord lies on the ground.) "And so I'm dead", the young man said Over the hill (not a wish away) My friends (as one) all stand aligned Although their taxis came too late There was a rush along the Fulham Road There was a hush in the Pa**ion Play Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath Ripe with rich attainments all imagined Sad misdeeds in disarray The sore thumb screams aloud Echoing out of the Pa**ion Play All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key... Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance There was a rush along the Fulham Road Into the Ever-pa**ion Play And who comes here to wish me well? A sweetly-scented angel fell She laid her head upon my disbelief And bathed me with her ever-smile And with a howl across the sand I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound NO-ONE (but someone to be found)