Upon our evening when the sun fired blanks There rode the sickness out of our sight Carried torches burned out long before it's time Among these ruins where our love to be found Ambition falters when no better is to be known Cling to the unfounded pride Death to our belonging And our ministry of two Set the higher standard And to a greater fall descend Slaves to one another And to others be it not Soothing be temptation Force the conscience to a halt Caused a high vibration A tender light to be part of you The two-way escape Death to our belonging And our ministry of two Set the higher standard And to a greater fall descend