I’ll crack the godhead like a nut and pick
I’ll pick the part that’s facing up
With neither the proof
Nor the creed
No hand in the side
Of anything
A tether but it’s unheld
Unheld
A tether but let loose
I keep the collar but I chose
A tether, a feeling that’s drifting away
Returning
“Oh for a breeze of heavenly love
To waft my soul away”
I’m on my knees
“Oh for a breeze of heavenly love
To waft a soul away”
So certainly
A tether but it’s unheld
Unheld
A tether but let loose
I keep the collar but I choose
That rock of agеs
Worn down to a stub
Gone away
We’ll take thе hand of that figure of the divine
And force the ornament to make another sign
Tease it from the blinding light of reason
I feel its order teasing me
Slap on the head of a forgotten god
Pressed in the soil for a millennium
Shielded from the blister of tradition
And its horizons pale and thin
Stay a little while longer
Aren’t you unprepared to go?
Every inch of life gone over
And yet prepared no more