Is all that we've become just nothing but hats and bags?
We're waiting for taxi cabs
So you light cigarettes and I'm taking drags
In the air, a sea of words that didn't come soon enough
In my mind, a railway station and a ticket stub

And it is Easter in the town
I can hear as they strike up the band
We're listening to some old man
Say he came back to life with a hole in his hand
And now the Sunday school is gathered together in pink and in blue
They're heralding angels for you
But not for me

They're singing, Gloria in excelsis
Deo, Deo
Gloria in excelsis
There's no, there's no hope

And I am grateful for the things
That you've tried to show to me, dear
But there's no Arcadia, no Albion
There's no Jerusalem here
And underneath your pastures green
There's earth and there's ash and there's bone
And there are things that disappear into it
And then they are gone

And there is a light that hits the sky
And then it is midnight again
And there is my mother, my father, and you
And we are all impermanent
And on the green, they tell the tales
Of how even the dead can come back
I just don't believe in that

So you can keep on singing:
Gloria in excelsis
Deo, Deo
Gloria in excelsis!
There's no, there's no hope
There's no such thing
There's no such thing as ghosts