Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride's pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die
Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you