| 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 |