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