Wear your Sunday best See your shoes are shined ' right Check the stage is set For another clean ' fight And you laugh And you sing and pray You'll be understood Some other working day. When the house is lit When the strangers leave When the only sound Is the air you breath When the morning train Brings another day And an old refrain Slowly fades away When the tired streets Are your lonely host And the only guests Are the other ghosts When your mind is still When your pulse is slow When your thoughts return To all you long to know Who are you? In a shifting sky On a sleepless night In the silent truce Of a lovers' fight In a moment freed In a stolen glance In forbidden steps To a secret dance In a knowing look From a covered face In a holy book In a sacred place In a final bow In a virgin kiss In the dying breath Of a moments bliss