A quiet city hides behind the scrim of the Myth of July and your lie about dreams White-robed beggars sit in their sties and groan Even Jerusalem feels like exile sometimes ♪ Shadows of stained saints dance through worlds they foresaw Only Mary's still a pauper and the bride's still a whore Don't tell the faithful or the heavens will roar That their lost nights were temples and their fucking was pure 'Cause the sea was always full And the eyes have had their fill If you're recalling falsity, you've forgotten what is true You can chase the wind but you'll then know The end's from where you parted You need only go home You're telling the same story that your mum's dad's mum told You're fighting for an army that was buried years ago You can trace the sun, but you might end up where you started 'Cause you were always where you started You were always where you started Where the sea was always full And the eyes have had their fill If you're recalling falsity, you've forgotten what is true You can chase the wind but you'll then know The end's from where you parted You need only go home