Too well I remember
(or well it remembers me)
One hollow night
With fateful fidelity
Defined there forever
When you touched me like broken glass
The light never left me

I raised my sacrifice
I made my offering
And I am the measure of all things

Has memory made a filter to life?
A dam to all other experience?

You are the last light;
You hold the glory;
You throw the levels of life before me;
You know my colours;
You span the best of me;
But you could never understand a human heart