I hold my hands up, fingers straight To warm at reason’s empty grate But I’m forty-seven years too late For coldest ashes

Oh, I am able to distil

From basest love, this bitter pill

And I call it alchemy until

You call it crazy

And down I go

Somebody told me it’s not without meaning Down I go

There is a river runs under the city at night Oh, down I go out of the light

And all the thoughts I can’t express

Panic’s dizzy pirouettes

Flash silver in those fishing nets

And leave me gasping

I’m talking to myself again

I’ve honoured fear, I’ve conquered shame

I found that space between the rain-drops

Can you see me ?

And down I go

Somebody told me it’s not without meaning

Down I go

There is a river runs under the city at night

Oh, down I go out of the light

Down to the bottom

Oh, have I forgotten

That look on your face

Nobody heard my abdication

A crown made of paper

And lost to the wind

And down I go

Somebody told me it’s not without meaning

Down I go

Down to the river that runs beneath all that we know Out into the ocean and under the stars

A second, and then I let go