Everlasting (2005)

In the morning light she sits at the windowsill
Tracing spirals in the frost
Down the road a blind man listens to a whippoorwill
He knows the cost, he knows he's getting off easy
All around the world the desperate souls sing
Tomorrow will bring

Some sympathy, some ecstasy
Some tragedy, some reverie
Some anaesthesia
Some melody, some symphony
Some gloried place in history
Some everlasting harmony

There's nothing here, she says
Checking in the box again
How did it get so empty?
In the bar a deaf man sings a song of hope again
He knows it's sold so cheaply
Underneath the ground the desperate souls sing
Tomorrow will bring

No sympathy, no ecstasy
No tragedy, no reverie
No anaesthesia
No melody, no symphony
No gloried place in history
No everlasting harmony

No sympathy
No symphony
No ecstasy, no world to be, no you and me
No will to see no one is free
How elegantly the living flee
How silently the dead to be
No everlasting harmony