Moaning Idiot Heart Lyrics - Sacrilege

[Music: Bergholtz, Dinsdale, Svensson] 

[Lyrics taken from Walter De La Mare's "The Green Room"] 

Tomorrow waits me at my gates 

while all my yesterdays swarm near 

And one mouth whines, too late, 

too late and one is dumb with fear 

Was this the all that life could give 

Me, who from cradle hungered on, 

body and soul aflame to live, 

giving my all and then be gone 

Have done with moaning, idiot heart 

if it so be that love has wings, 

I with my shears will find an art 

to still her flutterings 

Wrench of that bandage to will I 

and show the wimp she's blind indeed 

Hot irons shall prove my mastery 

She shall not weep but bleed 

And when at last I journey where, 

all thought of you I must resign 

Will the least memory of me be fair 

or will you even my ghost malign 

I wake and watch when the moon is here, 

a shadow tracks me on 

And I, darker than my shadow, 

fear her fabulous inconsistency 

Have done with moaning, idiot heart 

if it so be that love has wings, 

I with my shears will find an art 

to still her flutterings 

Your maddening face befools my eyes 

Your hand I wake to feel 

Lost in deep midnight's black surmise 

its touch my veins congeal 

And when at last I journey where, 

all thought of you I must resign 

Will the least memory of me be fair 

or will you even my ghost malign