you told me martyrs sufferthe infinite and clearthe
rest of us for onehave something to hold nearhe hoped
for a miracleto take it all awayto feel like i doif
only for a daypicture a heart like an apple cartmarching
faithfully never has to haltand when it does it will
be because he ran out of loveand when it does it will
be because he ran out of lovesee the snow caps trapped
beneath the chins of great buildingsprotecting them
from nothingand holding nothing ini wish the weather
would come inside and keep me companyfog grey thicker
storm clouds these memoriespicture a heart like an
apple cartmarching faithfully never has to haltand
when it does it will be because he ran out of loveand
when it does it will be because he ran out of love