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