A Sadness Song

When we touch the world

And it falls away

When we feel that we're born

Just to fall apart

And our mother lies in state

And the broken pitcher glistens

And the snow is at the window

Creating neither sign nor symbol

And the earth covers earth

And the mud lies in pools

Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken

And the dry wind bends and sighs

And the geese are running harmless

And our desires are running wild

Then we're looking at the smoke

That's rising from the incense

Neither coming here nor going

Neither heaven here nor hell

Neither borning here nor birthing

Neither dying here nor death

And we're wrapped inside our troubles

And we're wrapped inside our pain

And wracked with fires with longing

And our eyes are blind with night

With our fingers clutching coins

And our thoughts burning with 'I'

And our eyes cannot be sated

With the world and its nightmares

With the world and its dreams

Though later they'll be filled

With a small handful of dust

And the gods appear on the altars

And we recognise their face

It's a face that we have carved there

And it's full of fear and longing

And promises and threats

But they neither stoop to conquer

Nor do they stoop to praise

And the mines are void of diamonds

That we carry in our rags

Then all the world seems

A sadness song

A sadness song

A sadness song

And all the world seems

A sadness song

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