We’re all still here
No one has gone away
Waiting, acting much too
Well and procrastinating
The cross of the earth
(let me go through)
The four winds point them
Body to body
Seas to anoint them
The reed they brought him
Sponge and vinegar
Fiery serpents
Spitting gold and cinnamon
The moon was bleeding
And stars were shallow
And the sword that killed him
Was a sword of willow
Hello I must be going well I only came to say