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