Oh the miles to glory really nothing to me
And so love here we are invisible again
No I won't ever ask for your surrender
Though religion in choruses again
But it won't leave me desolate and angry
Are there no poets in politics again?
See the window upon the free world closing slowly
Poor man crawl upon your bony knees again
No I won't ever ask for your surrender
Holy roller in passion play again
Oh this day that I don't care to remember
Though religion in choruses again
Imagine how it goes, I believe in sweet surrender
I feel old as a dying rose in embers
Are there no poets in politics again?
ERASURE- from Nightbird