A quiet city hides behind the scrim of the
Myth of July and your lie about dreams
White-robed beggars sit in their sties and groan
Even Jerusalem feels like exile sometimes
Shadows of stained saints dance through worlds they foresaw
Only Mary's still a pauper and the bride's still a whore
Don't tell the faithful or the heavens will roar
That their lost nights were temples and their fucking was pure
'Cause the sea was always full
And the eyes have had their fill
If you're recalling falsity, you've forgotten what is true
You can chase the wind but you'll then know
The end's from where you parted
You need only go home
You're telling the same story that your mum's dad's mum told
You're fighting for an army that was buried years ago
You can trace the sun, but you might end up where you started
'Cause you were always where you started
You were always where you started
Where the sea was always full
And the eyes have had their fill
If you're recalling falsity, you've forgotten what is true
You can chase the wind but you'll then know
The end's from where you parted
You need only go home
