moonlight, you will say

		i remember walking in the fields around York
		miserere
		oh miserere
		i remember sitting in a small room in London
		miserere
		miserere
		and i remember thinking
		miserere
		miserere
		i was sad
		miserere
		miserere
		and this was the stage of building brokengods
		oh miserere
		miserere
		this was the stage of reading the blackbooks
		miserere
		miserere
		and possibly i rented my soul
		possibly
		oh but anyway
		miserere
		miserere
		miserere
		miserere
		miserere
		loss
		loss
		and if so i ask for pardon
		and if not
		i ask for pardon anyway
		
		i have seen this world as a great howl of pain
		i have seen this world as a great ocean of blood
		i have seen this world as the acme of all suffering
		i have seen this world as the great disappointment
		i have seen this world as the great zero gape
		in which all our hopes flicker out
		goodbye they say as they go
		goodbye they cry loss flies
		
		moonlight you will say
		
		and what does it matter whether God
		speaks to us from amongst the thorns
		or the flowers?
		
		but still and still he shrieks to me
		miserere miserere
		miserere miserere
		miserere miserere
		oh wretched
		oh miserere
		miserere
		moonlight you will say
		moonlight you will say