John Richard Cornwall - Easter Sunday, 12:37 am lyrics

The red trail Of the Nazarenes' pain Fingers in the shadows Of the evening As I watch the hands Of the clock inch round Like memories. This is the time of the living And I a vestige of the dead Firm in a useless glamour In which I cannot sleep. Beside me my lover slips to dreams Astounded at the mention Of emotion, remote as the Word Of God which wavers, Murmurs then leaves As I could leave with or without you, My name, like religions, vanished In a splendid turn of phrase Recounting The Christ And His God, my soul Lost to such usual pleasure. And as the moon satisfies her stars All heavenliness goes and the sky, Black as my frame of mind, is wanton, Almost 2 am, the one memory Now the smile on your face beside me Deceitful and true as this misplaced prayer In a morning approaching the other side of us.