the ghost will walk and wail

love
that satisfies
and gratifies
and so delights
and makes us rejoice again
instead of curse these lonely nights

oh love
oh love
where is she now?

the one I had is lost forever
and no one is for me now.

when Love is the pain
and the disease and the damnation
what is the cure?

God is not the cure
for the longing for love
the love that longs to taste the lover's lips

Jesus paid the price of sin
and surely heaven waits
but let death come then when it may
i dream of fleshly gates.

this damn world
of fallen rocks
this pitiful pit of pain
and all those people condemned to hell
i think of them and this i tell
it matters not if god is god
or what sins have transpired
jesus only paid what he already owed us
and still some debts outstanding

oh' art can not cure
a broken heart
nor craft
nor time
nor music
nor rhyme

death can kill a broken heart broken
and cease its troubled beating

but still the ghost will walk and wail
until the eons of long time
erodes its ghostly specter mind
and it becomes nor more than wisps
of breeze that blow past the abyss.