The Easter Parade

Is all that we've become, just nothing but hats and bags? We're waiting for taxi cabs as you light cigarettes and I'm taking drags.

In the air, a sea of words that didn't come soon enough. In my mind a railway station and a ticket stub.

And it is easter in the town. I can hear as they strike off the bell. We're listening to some old man say he came back to life with a hole in his hand.

And now the Sunday school is gathered together in pink and in blue. They're heralding angels for you, but not for me.

They're singing: Gloria, in excelsis! Deo, Deo!

Gloria, in excelsis! But there's no, there's no, hope.

And I am grateful for the things that you've tried to show to me dear, but there's no Arcadia, no Albion and there's no Jerusalem here.

And underneath your pastures green there's earth and there's ash and there's bone. And there are things that disappear into it and then they are gone.

And there is light that hits the sky and then it is midnight again. And there is my mother, my father, and you, and we are all impermanent.

And on the green they tell their tales about how even the dead can come back. I just don't believe in that.

So you can keep on singing.

Gloria, in excelsis! Deo, Deo!

Gloria, in excelsis! But there's no, there's no, hope.

There's no such thing, there's no such thing, there's no such thing, there's no such thing, there's no such thing, there's no such thing, there's no such thing, there's no such thing as ghosts.