All the Spirits left on Sunday, in the middle of the rain While them holy men were laughing Drinking wine and cheap Champaign I got lost inside this body I forgot what I'd been told I would sell all that is holy If I could only see my soul And I ran And I ran With my eyes against my ancient burning hands All them lovers in the darkness Bleeding out and going dry Cast their broken bodies skywards Without ever knowing why If the universe is calling We may never know it's name If it drowns me in this body Will I know myself the same Godspeed you beast Godspeed you beast Godspeed you lovely beast Maybe someday we'll come to see