I'm going under 'Cause beauty's religion And its Christened me with wonder And if Venice is sinking Jesus hangs behind the glass Above Venetian doors His window box boasts crimson flowers Fresh cut the day before And you couldn't find a smile

I've been wrong, time's over And I've been shamed with no words to find But if the sun will rise, bring us tomorrow Walk with me Crimson day A lifetime full of words to say A hope that time will slow the passing day Dark years, brought endless rain Out