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
it like this In death's kingdom Waking alone 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 ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang a whimper
The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this of dying stars In this hollow valley This jaw of our lost kingdoms
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception And the creation Between emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long
Between the desire And the spasm Between the And the existence Between the essence And the descent For Thine is the Kingdom