To Death's Heart (In Three Parts)

Didn't hallucinate, it wasn't strange Inside the lines I drew, been staying in my lane Wasn't assigned to me, I'm not to blame Brown bottles of Jameson, grey ashes in a tray I put out Got cancer, sick Got on a plane Visited the Vatican to watch the pontiff wave And he say, "Benedicite, benedicite, benedicite" On a long hot Sunday Got to get out of here, I can't remain Limbs, they hang like chandeliers from alcohol and age Down in the weeds again, tough to explain Mattress soaked in gasoline makes iridescent flames I lay down I'll ask my love What will she say? What's it like to live with me here every fucking day? But she states, "Agotante, agotante, agotante" In her most gentle way Still think of New York every time I see your face now, it just feels like another life I'm up late with an imaginary pain Always did come in waves All that's constant is Constant is Constant is That change Just grab the kids real quick, can't start the car Fading like a photograph, your taillights in the dark There's nothing left, no more to tear apart Agonies are infinite and sympathies just aren't They run out I've seen that void, tried not to stare There's bodies in the Bataclan, there's music in the air And they sing, "Éphémère, éphémère, éphémère" And "Wish You Were Here" Enough blood to fill up this fish bowl Keep swimming 'round The exit's blocked, there's nowhere to go All these same fears, year after year All the old ones reappear Only difference is Difference is Difference is You're not here What I'm wondering is do you believe in God, champ? I, I believe, that, uh But you're the champ, right?