gethsemane

it started with the moon

that turned an inexpensive room into st. peter's

there's a parabolic story but it's boring

and it ends how you'd expect. forever dressing down

i'm like a stranger

hanging round outside the kingdom hall

i'd've carried your wedding shawl

you could've said i was a school friend

and you drag your holy horse cart

in the sky when i wake up

they say it's just the sun

but i know that face

excavating down

you'd find the drowning

and the drowned

and then there's a space

you could walk to our memorial

but it's pouring

and it ends how you'd expect. i'd dig your dresses out

and hang 'em round about the house

and turn the lights down low

now you're everywhere i go

looking faintly disappointed

and you drag your holy horse cart

in the sky when i wake up

they say it's just the sun

but i know that face

the devil's tricks just seem to sit

so light on you

they'd never get the marionette

that's tied on you

in the parliamentary houses

there'll be talk of what this is

with inexpert witnesses

and evidence against us

but i'll take my pound of substance

from those insubstantial men

whatever their arguments

i'll prove your innocence

drag your holy horse cart

in the sky when i wake up

oh yeah

testify allegiance with more

punctured wounds than jesus

oh yeah

every statue's weeping honey

and it makes my sight go funny

'cause i'm over-sympathetic

and i can't control myself

leave that painful memory

in the garden of gethsemane

oh yeah

oh yeah