The Him
Peter Hook, Bernard Sumner, Gillian Gilbert, Stephen Morris
Some days, you waste your life away
These times I find no words to say
A crime I once committed filled me
Too much of Heaven's eyes I saw through
Only when meanings have no reason
They're taken beyond your sense of right (and wrong)
Small boy kneels, wandering in a great hall
He pays penance to the air above him
White circles, black lines surround me
Reborn, so plain my eyes see
This is the reason that I came here
To be so near to such a person
I'm so tired
I'm so tired
