I might not have held you;
The perfect embrace was a gesture that I could't find
The bird which resides on the edges of
Space will agree that I was not unkind
Mine is the spirit which won't be
Contained in a castle, cathedral or jail
Truth is elusive but I will remain,
Though I stumble, and flicker and fail
I lived under the dark cloth
Nothing else matters at all
Following visions of heaven
Nothing else matters, nothing else matters at all
Leave your possessions and cling to
The light, oh my woman, my lover, my kiss
Art is a flame in the deep of the night
We are hung between darkness and bliss
Yearning for glory and ten years to burn
Though my body will wither and die
If we lack the passion then nature will turn
We'll hear hymns from the stones and the sky
I lived under the dark cloth
Nothing else matters at all
Following visions of heaven
Nothing else matters, nothing else matters at all
At all
At all
