When I was a kid, a young boy, I was quiet Caught a lick of love from a tall man, made of iron Well, Jesus walked in solitude A man-myth talking in an empty room And crying like a child in the sun For he alone could understand The book of Fate, the severed hands And all the little things you will become But nothing I guess will take your place In the dusk when the streetlights hum Long was the night and you never looked back I fell for you once And your eyes they were rivers of black Your hair was like rain In the heart of a deafening silence That clung to your throat Like the voice of a terrible tyrant Who looked like this When I am alone, I hear heavenly sounds of lightning So would you tell it to me slow Until the rivers fill the seas And all the mountains come cover my body? There is a tree in paradise The Children called the tree of life Their voices echo on the burning street I still recall the broken night We watched you weeping on the lonely height You lay down like an insect in the heat I'll never forget, your skin was wet And you said it was hard to speak Long was the night and you never looked back I fell for you once And your eyes they were rivers of black Your hair was like rain In the heart of a deafening silence That clung to your wrist Like the mark of a terrible tyrant My eyes are like his The Man that I love Was close enough to touch They're gonna play the dead march But it wouldn't mean that much