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