For all these years love's not been with me
Seven hundred years of history
A century for all the sins I've forced love to forge against me
A love I've chosen yet not to let forgive me
A dove shot out of the sky
A love that scolded me with an eye for an eye
If not for the breadth of bliss she might've given me
I might not have run like hell through tall grass
To the end of all things
But I did
I saw the end
On the banks of the Tennessee
I saw how it would end for me
I saw how it would end for all things
Then I saw life the way I think I thought you should see it
Then I saw life the way I thought I should portray it
I know what the so-called "God" whispered to Peter
The same thing my guide whispered to the aether
You mother fucker fly like the goddam wind
A true romantic would court his own coat-tail and fail at it
With the gods amiss to such a backwinded sail
Set against the winds of whimsy
As it were to succeed or to fail
One comes to terms with infinity