I Quite Like It When He Sings

I'm calling for volunteers to climb the mountain Must have experience of the war Must be able to write in the journals that I keep Much better than those who went before Must have experience of the good times So we understand just what the bad times are for Must be armed with fear and firm convictions Unless your conviction is you're not entirely sure I will dedicate a sea to my contradictions After all the empty years they've washed ashore But what of the overflow? Warm roads that my debris closed Scripts late of mothballed shows Stray hopes left with no way home I, who must detain them all When days scrape, I can hear them call You, as you'd dress for her The sweet scent that would lead you there Soft lines only she could know As you shine in her afterglow I, who would hold everything Hold me, I am your broken king Let go, and I fear the height That's why I must climb at night