A New Anhedonia

The call of the night came and we called it a day

The howling at midnight called me away

Out in the moonlight on a half-bended knee

I said, "O now, cousin, Hej, what's happened to me?"

All of the colors I couldn't believe

I called out, "Now, cousin, Hej, are you foolin' with me?"

All of the pleasures now avoiding me

All the music boring to me

Oh it's unbearable then

To find you feeling so terrible, friend

I know you were chasing it, ah well, you had to have been

So holy and wasted like a prayer in the wind

Out of my shoes, I stepped clear of the trees

Out on the dunes among the towering reeds

Out in the blue, we both bowed in the breeze

All the music now foreign to me

Oh it's unbearable then

To find you feeling so terrible, friend

To know you were chasing it, well, you had to have been

So holy and wasted like a prayer in the wind

All holy and wasted, just a prayer in the wind