Hidden Mansions

There are mansions somewhere

Pretty houses

Women wearing blouses

Women in gold

Gardens within gardens

Falling mountains

Darjeelingesque I imagine

Darjeeling, I am sure

But I am this way, I am this way

I'll wear the collar while I feed you cake

I am this way, I am this way

I'll wear the cassock and I'll take the name

The Palisades on a Sunday

On the Lord's Day

It's "Braid of Voices" I play and play

There's nowhere to go

Hidden mansions somewhere

Hidden houses

I've read about all the promises

But what do I know?

I am this way, I am this way

I'll wear the collar while I feed you cake

I am this way, I am this way

I'll wear the cassock and I'll take the name