This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star
Is it this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are with tenderness Lips that would kiss prayers to broken stone
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper
The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
Between the idea And the reality Between the And the Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long
Between the And the spasm Between the potency And existence Between the essence And the descent For Thine is the Kingdom