Once I had money but now I'm so far from home Once I was loved by a woman but now there's nothing but cold stone I was hard, man but what was there to understand? Along that wind, were you searching for the start of sin? Journeys taken in search of that terrible eye Turned over horizons under which no sun wants to lie But that trust which comes into the thick of it I got that back with a stack of plastic paperbacks But to love you, oh, to love you But to love you, oh, to love you One by one I pressed those letters in your hand Like a Gutenberg Bible burning at midnight on the sand You've been up, held where innocence has never dwelled But that's all right, there's a Bible burning giving light, oh But to love you, oh, to love you But to love you, oh, to love you We've got all night to stare into the anthracite The cold black flame, we've been burning plastic paperbacks again, oh Ooh, oh