As we stare beyond the windows there
Over all the gardens
That have never been
And will never grow again
How long?
How long?
The shining winking stars
The clouds too high, so high
Pointing to some final star
The dull face of the sky
The sound of the calling, of the distant village bell
And all that
The sun is not enough for us any longer
And her smile
Though she wears her hat
And her cheery rays do not blanket with their glorious glare
The burning body
With distorted nimbus
I see too well
Just beyond my neighbour′s house
It does not blank out
The last sigh of the soul
Whilst the night rejoices profound and still
At the edge of your street
Both shadow and destroyer
But not alas, the comforter
Writer(s): David Michael Tibet, Michael Cashmore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
