Now it’s dark and I’m in my room
I’ll put a chair behind the door
I hope that no one knocks too soon
I won’t answer there’s no law
I feel the world intrudes too much.
Im lying on the floor, I’m flat
My very being has been crushed
Folded up like a torn old map.
Please don’t kill me with your love
I may be old but I still have power
From him below and him above
The tower of song was never better.
May I sing until my end.
Until the moon of silver bends