And capture what you're after
This journey isn't over
It's a long way to Fitzcarraldo
In my golden, olden days I'll be a saint
Well now it's time for to sound your voice
In my golden, olden days I'll be a slave
And her last words were 'I'll see you down in history'
It's the long lonely way that we can grow
Lose their faith and slide
It's a sad way we've flown after the stars
That leads me out to God knows
But I can't get an ocean that's deep enough
Can fall from grace and faulter
So I can stop right now
And I don't want to pray for you
And her last words were 'I was only thinking of you'
It's a long way to the house of Fitzcarraldo
Like lapdogs that stride that mystery
And her last words were 'I'm always thinking of you'
Even the good stars
My ship was sold right up the river
For my day is the first of the ascension
Even the good stars can fall from grace and faulter
But I'm not going down here
Oh no
