I walk to pictures and I take the shot We are not, we are not Out the window and over the map It is black, it is black It's all over me, beyond what you see Check her eyes on the night that you lie Amazed at the care Pure violence Cross the face of burning day Drag the night to reaking wave Pure violence We can hope for nothing more Trash alone the wild hour Make light of you Falls down to me Cross the face of burning day Drag the night to breaking wave In the glowing light of our tragedy We will sing, we will sing All the same in splendor and calm We are gone, we are gone It's your hand in this So far away from the image Of what we know to be good Understood understood