It started with the moon

That turned an inexpensive room into St. Peters.

There′s a parabolic story, but it's boringAnd it ends how you′d expect

Forever dressing down

I'm like a stranger

Hanging round outside the kingdom hall.

I'd ′ve carried your wedding shawl,

You could′ve said I was a school friend.

And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky

When I wake up

They say it's just the sun

But I know that face.

Excavating down you′d find the drowning and the drowned

And then there's us, babe.

You could walk to our memorial, but it′s pouring

And it ends how you'd expect

I dig your dresses out

And hang ′em round about the house

And turn the lights down low

Now you're everywhere I go

Looking faintly disappointed.

And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky

When I wake up

They say it's just the sun

But I know that face

But the devil′s tricks

Just seem to sit so light on you.

They′d never get the marionette

This tight on you

In the parliamentary houses

There'll be talk of what this is

With inexpert witnesses and evidence against us

But I′ll take my pound of substance

From those insubstantial men

Whatever their arguments

I'll prove your innocence

Drag your holy horse cart in the sky

When I wake up, oh yeah.

Testify allegiance with more

Puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah

Every statue′s weeping honey

And it makes my sight go funny

'Cause I′m over sympathetic

And I can't control myself

Leave that painful memory

In the garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah, oh yeah