meet me by the church at saint germain
you won't know to call me by my name
the eyes are different but the words remain
the tongue unbroken and the songs all sound the same

as they did
when i left
before
there was time
now i want
for more

at the center of the rose in the petals whirl
there's a motion round the middle like the turning of the world
the gears set spinning turn the hands of a girl
puts the thorn into her thumb as the colors all unfurl

as the red
becomes
something more
than blood
something more
than love

when i saw you by the fountain
you'd been waiting there so long
every fiber on your overcoat was torn
you said these chances don't come often
to see the path that you’ve worn
you're born once into the world
twice into the dawn
third onto the mountain
And the fourth into my arms


i’m not a prophet ‘cause i haven’t earned a cent
i’m not enlightened i just learned to travel light
i’m not the kind to say the things he meant
i’m not afraid when you turn out the light

in the dark
i can hear
my heart
in my ears
the blood
is the spark

when i saw you at the chapel
on the altar dressed in red
there’s a grand intoxication just coursing through my head
Oh to live a thousand years
And to walk on through the morning like you said
you’re born once into the world
twice into the dawn
third onto the mountain
and fourth into my arms

meet me by the church at st germain
it’s been a hundred years but it feels just the same
don’t put your hair up ‘cause i think it’s going to rain
just say you love me and you’ll never leave again