we've learned to feign

Down the dark of life
colours growing rife
and everything relates
mysteries and fates

Raining over
raining over me


Still within the light
self-deluding sight
don't you mind the pain
now we've learned to feign

Raining over
raining over me 

Colin Moss, The Gaumont Cinema Audience, 1948

Here it is...

Here it is

Here it is

Here is your crown 

And your seal and rings

And here is your love

For all things

Here is your cart 

And your cardboard and piss

And here is your love

For all this

May everyone live 

And may everyone die

Hello, my love

And my love, goodbye

Here it is

Here it is

Here is your wine 

And your drunken fall

And here is your love,

your love for it all

Here is your sickness

Your bed and your pan

And here is your love

For the woman, the man

May everyone live

And may everyone die

Hello, my love

And, my love, goodbye

Here it is
Here it is

And here is the night

The night has began

And here is your death

In the heart of your son

And here is the dawn 

Until death do us part

And here is your death

In your daughter's heart

May everyone live

And may everyone die

Hello, my love

And, my love, goodbye

Here it is

Here it is

And here you are hurried

And here you are gone

And here is the love

That it's all built upon

Here is your cross

Your nails and your hill

And here is the love

That lists where it will

May everyone live

And may everyone die

Hello, my love

And, my love, goodbye

Here it is

Here it is

Here it is

Here it is