A Sad Sadness Song

When we touch the world
 And it falls away
 When we feel that we're born
 Just to fall apart
 And our mother lies in state
 And the broken pitcher glistens
 And the snow is at the window
 Making neither sign nor symbol
 And the Earth covers Earth
 And the mud lies in pools
 Where the sand-dunes stretch unbroken
 And the dry wind bends and sighs
 And the geese are running harmless
 And our desires are running wild
 When we're looking at the smoke
 That's rising from the incense
 Neither coming here, nor going
 Neither heaven here, nor hell
 Neither borning here, nor birthing
 Neither dying here, nor death
 And we're wrapped inside our troubles
 And we're wrapped inside our pain
 And wracked with fires with longing
 And our eyes are blind with night
 With our fingers clutching coin
 And our thoughts burning with I
 And our eyes cannot be sated
 With the world and it's nightmares
 With the world and it's dreams
 Though later they'll be filled
 With a small handful of dust
 And the gods appear on altars
 And we recognise their face
 It's a face that we have carved there
 And it's full of fear and longing
 And promises and threats
 But they neither stoop to conquer
 Nor do they stoop to praise
 And the mines are void of diamonds
 That we carry in our rags
 And all the world seems
 A sadness song
 A sadness song
 A sadness song
 All the world seems
 A sad sadness song