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