Lyrics

Your mouth tastes drunk, a syrup sickly sting in the Back seat. Young and immortal and free I'm the dauphin in the capital city with you But by the end of this royal road I'll have to Leave, step out of the sedan chair and breathe: It's final call for this world of dissipation, carnal until The sacrifice No, I can't give it up This fast lust I fast from To purify the wealth of the nation The visions come at once as I begin the first of Three days of monkish celibacy I try to hold on, but the dripping permutations remain Behind my eyes... I tremble as I recall how I tried each thing Each joy that spoils so saccharine sweet Count to the chime: bells under skin as lustrous as pearls Divine music of this soon-fallen world... (Son of heaven, still chained to the earth) Oh, I can't give it up This fast lust I fast from To purify the wealth of the nation