We echo death 
 We echo pride 
 Odour, colour and sound 
 Of the ones who fell from grace 
 Those who fell away 
 And all the trinkets unbound 
    This is a lover 
 An anguished memory 
 This is a warning 
 We fall 
 As servants fall 
 In stone gardens   
 Your pride should be a lighter thing 
 An easy thing 
 A cheerful thing 
 Our solitude growing obese 
 We stay and fall   
 A rose for the vanquished 
 A kiss on the neck 
 To be hanged 
 We're all doubled up with love 
 A traitor's love 
 A guardian's love 
 Rejoice at this 
 Loneliness 
 This imperishable craving for hopelessness 
 It's hard to live on what they feed you here 
 It's hard to live on what they feed us   
 It's murder and treason 
 In this dead-ripe season 
 The leaves are falling all around 
 And it's hard to believe in 
 Some sort of meaning 
 In a world that's turning 
 Round and round 
 And everybody's leaving 
 Everybody's kneeling 
 When all that's left to want 
 Is one good reason 
 One good reason 
 For this to be left to doubt