the world won't ever let me rest in angry blackness ever understand my misfortunes, and yet like the signal from a bell, alone and distant you make everything your own in an instant as you carry your own weight upend alone and prepare in time an asylum for mankind and we will have every spark burn out like Joan of Arc and with prison, poison, rope and knife keep you from blazing to life so you carry a warmer light clothe yourselves in your flags and color of night even though your flowers wither my eyes and your letters are lost in the signs we hold on, we hold still we hold fast as eagle, as serpent I know we could have every spark light up like Joan of Arc despite prison, poison, rope and knife have you blaze into life I know we could have every spark light up like Joan of Arc despite prison, poison, rope and knife have you blaze into life