i remember walking in the fields around York
miserere
oh miserere
i remember sitting in a small room in London
miserere
miserere
and i remember thinking
miserere
miserere
i was sad
miserere
miserere
and this was the stage of building brokengods
oh miserere
miserere
this was the stage of reading the blackbooks
miserere
miserere
and possibly i rented my soul
possibly
oh but anyway
miserere miserere miserere miserere miserere
loss
loss
and if so i ask for pardon
and if not
i ask for pardon anyway
i have seen this world as a great howl of pain
i have seen this world as a great ocean of blood
i have seen this world as the acme of all suffering
i have seen this world as the great disappointment
i have seen this world as the great zero gape
in which all our hopes flicker out
goodbye they say as they go
goodbye they cry loss flies
moonlight you will say
and what does it matter whether God
speaks to us from amongst the thorns
or the flowers?
but still and still he shrieks to me
miserere miserere
miserere miserere
miserere miserere
oh wretched
oh miserere
miserere
moonlight you will say
moonlight you will say
