Gethsemane

It started with the moon
That turned an inexpensive room into stpeters
Theres a parabolic story but its boring
And it ends how you'd expect
Forever dressing down
I'm like a stranger
Hanging round outside the kingdom hall
I'd 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 its just the sun
But I know that face
Excavating down you'd find the drowning and the drowned
And then theres us babe
You could walk to our memorial but its pourring
And it ends how you'd expect
I dig your dresses out
And hang them 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 its just the sun
But I know that face
But the devils tricks
Just seem to sit so light on you
They'd never get the marionette
This tight on you
In the parliamentary houses
There'll be talk of what this is
With inexpert witnesses and evidence against us
But ill 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
Puncture wounds than jesus oh yeah
Every statues 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