the world won't ever let me rest
in angry blackness
ever understand my misfortunes, and yet
like the signal from a bell, alone and distant
you make everything your own in an instant
as you carry your own weight upend alone
and prepare in time an asylum for mankind
and we will have every spark
burn out like Joan of Arc
and with prison, poison, rope and knife
keep you from blazing to life
so you carry a warmer light
clothe yourselves in your flags and color of night
even though your flowers wither my eyes
and your letters are lost in the signs
we hold on, we hold still
we hold fast
as eagle, as serpent
I know we could have every spark
light up like Joan of Arc
despite prison, poison, rope and knife
have you blaze into life
I know we could have every spark
light up like Joan of Arc
despite prison, poison, rope and knife
have you blaze into life
