What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

There is a time when all will be forgotten,
When all beneath the sun to ashes burn;
When the fruit on the vine is rotten,
And to earth, as dust, returns.

Howbeit, if with cloud comes thunder,
And with thunder, brings the rain,
All the same, we’re left to wonder—
(With no answer to obtain)—:

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

In spite of all the time we spend attending
To what's been seen and said, desired and done:
Clouds on high grow far-extending,
And the light is overcome.  

Howbeit, if with cloud comes thunder,
And with thunder, brings the rain,
All the same, we’re left to wonder—
(With no answer to obtain)—:

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

Deathless is your beauty, evermore
Boundless than the sea between the shore.
Nothing near your likeness have I ever come to know,  
A beauty deathless as a precious stone.

Though no diamond and no amethyst
Has yet to cross my sight I can’t resist.
But I would spend my final breath and even sell my soul
If it bought me you for me to hold.

But I’m afraid it’s much too great a cost
When all required to desire's lost.
And for me to sit and wait in faith with bated breath
Won't bring me you but only certain death.  

For deathless as your beauty seems to be,
It is not deathless in reality.
Every flower’s powerless when faced with history,
Deathless only within memory.

Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

My revels now are ended,
I'm a man of twists and turns,
With many words to say,
Though for sleep I deeply yearn,
I get no satisfaction
From either anymore.
Solely from your kiss,
Only this and nothing more.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

I thought I'd find you weeping,
Waiting for me at the loom;
I thought I saw your headlights,
But it was just the moon.
Vainly, I drank up the sea,
And now I'm cursed to roam
The sands — again —
Alone

Deserted on an island,
Wishing on a star,
To shine thru the clouds above
And show me where you are.
While I wait at the station
For the train that I'm to board;
I'm going home
For my reward.

But something in the way
You do the things you do,
Sure does make it hard
For me to make it thru:
A long time coming for
A good night loving you.

I'm not sure I know what it means,
But I've already stolen a new pair of wings
From the back of a moth
Hoping they can take me farther.
Beneath the glow of a lamp I drift,
From the swarm of the ****** I cannot sift,
And beneath the light
Only makes the night look darker.

You and me, we should be.
Two is one. One is none.

Lose and get. Is this it?
Two is one. One is none.

All is blue without you.
Two is one. One is none.

What can you do to get higher than heaven?
What can you know to go deeper than hell?
What can you ask but an age old question?
What can I say no tongue can tell?

The bell buried the day.
For whom it tolled played: "jingle-jangle",
While the hangman all but prayed
God made a single neck to strangle.
We mingled at the gallows
Till the marshal called a name.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

Upon the figure walking up
The steps we fixed our gaze.
He stopped at the trapdoor
Like a mouse that’s ran the maze.
Yonder came a whistle  
At the station from the train.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

“Yesterday you smoked away
Another’s final breath.
Today you pay the fine in full
For that life with your death.”
He bothered not to silence out
The plea he cried in vain.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

“Where there are many winners,
There are just as many losers.
You faced the judge and jury,
Now you face your executioner.”
The marshal then keyed off his cuffs
And they fell with a clang.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.  

“So unto heaven from your feet,      
You’d better raise your head.
Now’s the time to choose what words
Will be the last you said.”
But he left no final word
Other than the song he sang.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.

“Let judgement run like
Righteous waters mighty as the stream!”
The crowd began to stomp their feet.
At fate the dead man screamed.
The marshal gave the hangman
A command and he was hanged.
One we couldn’t hear above
The sound of the rain.