oh memory divine
 I wander
 when death to death Is done
 I wander
 I need to lick a late, late, late passion
 at every station of
 the cross, the cross
 never is nothing here
 child, I wander
 we need to sleep to die
 I wander
 your heart is in a race 
never, never lose a will
 we love dying men…
 oh Lord let me know
 the wonder
 oh Lord let me know
 it’s a cold, cold, cold christmas
 at every station of
 the cross, the cross
 you mean my night is wrong
 I wander
 how do you feel babe ?
 I wonder
 I’m a full, full, full, reach of desire
 is there nothing left Lord
 nothing left but bones
 but bones…
 oh memory divine
 I wander
 oh memory divine…