I opened my eyes to see
swinging heads, faceless smiles
trying to hang on to the space that floats them out

They sang to me in a fugue
a thousand tongues with the same word
It could have come from anyone or never come at all

Like any other god
a job discrete
to tune the beast
and watch what will become
of you and me
as we turn the earth with love

I fell in love this one time
it was beautiful we,
we were young and so quietly walking along

bathed in the filth and the warmth
ours would not be let down
something that could not be touched,
existed when we did not

Like any other god
a job discrete
to tune the beast
and watch what will become
of you and me
as we turn the earth with love

Pale, pale and strong,
strung across
no cross no symbol of
importance
just as pretty, as petty
as any other god ...