A sound is ringing in my ears
I love the idea of night
But the moon is nearly full where you are
And the apartment is all but empty
Not a rock of Gibraltar
Not a stone's throw away
Not now
Now
My blood is composed of music
I love the idea of light
But the stars don't want to shine where you are
And my left shoe knows of holy souls
Not forty years in the desert
Not sacred pilgrimage
Not now
Now
Abraham
Take instead the ram
Sacrifice unto his name