We echo death We echo pride Odour, colour and sound Of the ones who fell from grace Those who fell away And all the trinkets unbound This is a lover An anguished memory This is a warning We fall As servants fall In stone gardens Your pride should be a lighter thing An easy thing A cheerful thing Our solitude growing obese We stay and fall A rose for the vanquished A kiss on the neck To be hanged We're all doubled up with love A traitor's love A guardian's love Rejoice at this Loneliness This imperishable craving for hopelessness It's hard to live on what they feed you here It's hard to live on what they feed us It's murder and treason In this dead-ripe season The leaves are falling all around And it's hard to believe in Some sort of meaning In a world that's turning Round and round And everybody's leaving Everybody's kneeling When all that's left to want Is one good reason One good reason For this to be left to doubt