Grace cathedral hill

Grace Cathedral hill,
All wrapped in the bones of a setting sun,
All dust and stone and moribund.
I paid twenty-five cents tolight a little white candle for New Year's Day.
I sat and watched it burn away
Then turned and weaved through slow decay.
We were both a little hungry,
So we went to get a hotdog, Down the Hyde St. Pier.
The light was slight and dissapeared.
The air, it stunk of fish and beer.
We heard a superman trumpet play the National Anthem.

And the world may be long for you,
But he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike,
When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight,
Are you feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year:
Your eyes all bright and brimmed with tears.
The pilgrims, pills and tourists here all sing
"Fifty-three bucks to buy a brand new halo."
I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl,
All fiery irish clip and curl,
All brine and piss and vinegar.
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle.

And the world maybe be long for you,
but he'll never belong to you.
But on a motorbike,
When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight,
Are you feeling better now?