Bromptons Oratory

[03:14.69] Up those stone steps I climb

[03:14.94] Hail this joyful day's return

[03:14.94] Into its great shadowed vault I go

[03:15.22] Hail the Pentecostal morn

[03:15.44] The reading is from Luke 24

[03:15.44] Where Christ returns to his loved ones

[03:15.69] I look at the stone apostles

[03:15.69] Think that it's alright for some

[03:15.96] And I wish that I was made of stone

[03:16.20] So that I would not have to see

[03:16.20] A beauty impossible to define

[03:16.45] A beauty impossible to believe

[03:16.70] A beauty impossible to endure

[03:16.95] The blood imparted in little sips

[03:17.19] The smell of you still on my hands

[03:17.19] As I bring the cup up to my lips

[03:17.44] No God up in the sky

[03:17.70] And no devil beneath the sea

[03:17.70] Could do the job that you did, baby

[03:17.95] Of bringing me to my knees

[03:18.44] Outside I sit on the stone steps

[03:18.69] With nothing much to do

[03:18.95] Forlorn and exhausted, baby

[03:18.95] By the absence of you