The supplicant stands at the foot of the cross Seventeen lines of persimmon thread Pillar of white, colourless skin All of his prayers in a plume of light Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Daffodils bloom by the churchyard wall The grounds of the vicarage overgrown Pushing the cart to the top of Old Down Under a long godless summer night Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Here, here in my heart There is a place Where I can outface Death Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Retreat from the ties that bind Retreat to eventually find Here, here in my heart There is a place Where I can outface Death