I might not have held you; the perfect embrace was a gesture that I could't find The bird which resides on the edges of space will agree that I was not unkind. Mine is the spirit which won't be contained in a castle, cathedral or jail Truth is elusive but I will remain, though I stumble, and flicker and fail. I lived under the dark cloth Nothing else matters at all. Following visions of heaven Nothing else matters, nothing else matters at all. Leave your possessions and cling to the light, oh my woman, my lover, my kiss Art is a flame in the deep of the night. We are hung between darkness and bliss Yearning for glory and ten years to burn Though my body will wither and die If we lack the pa**ion then nature will turn We'll hear hymns from the stones and the sky I lived under the dark cloth Nothing else matters at all. Following visions of heaven Nothing else matters, nothing else matters at all. At all. At all.