I alight my eyes upon you
Air of the god-loving earth

You will be there at my funeral
You will know what I am worth

Something is climbing the wire
Into the stone of my brain

Never to be forgotten
Nor to be heard from again

What is it I’ve been crushing
All of this god-loving time

Here in my own empty fingers
Tell me again it was mine

Peace is a hand on your shoulder
Love is a hand in your hair

Peace would be freedom from waiting
Love is our favourite despair