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