That sight broke down these starving doors
Saying, "all desire can be yours"

An image clawed into my brain,
Yes hold up your crosses, dear.

To gain the whole world and lose it all,
Then all that walks be made to crawl.

Ninety-eight bursting wounds,
Now carry low all your crosses, dear.

Love that dies young dies slow,
Bitter love you may never know.

No floods will follow from these stone eyes,
Now see how common ghosts go walking.

One flash to fire thunderclap in head,
Kingdom dust and paradise dead.

Hands that meet in dreams alone,
Now see how all our ghosts go on.

Sweet sight broke down these starving doors
Saying, "all desire can be yours"

Fasting heart and hollow head,
Love made on buried bed.