This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of fading star
Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking At the hour when we are Trembling 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 this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This jaw of our lost kingdoms
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception And creation Between the And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long
Between the desire And spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent For Thine is the Kingdom