Suspiria The Far Heavens
All alone and wasted In the city are we Just so much without a spirit Nor associated inclinations Alone in the city So desperately All alone, stuck here And so remote But these, they are your heavens Your far and reaching, splendid havens A thousand skies above the lowly Such as I These, they are your heavens And, hourly They're weighing down upon me They may be yours, alone for now But how I wish they could be mine For all your talk Your dreams of your favourite Astral places I, myself, it seems am ever rooted In these floors Their languid processions Locked in ignorance That disenfranchised indifference But these, they are your heavens Your far and reaching, splendid havens A thousand skies above the lowly Such as I These, they are your heavens And, hourly They're weighing down upon me They may be yours, alone for now But how I wish they could be mine Oh, if I might only rouse myself Just this once To join you To even steal a place upon your flight But these, they are your heavens Your far and reaching, splendid havens A thousand skies above the lowly Such as I These, they are your heavens And, hourly They're weighing down upon me They may be yours, alone for now But how I wish they'd soon be mine