As the coral sun begins to take a bow
And the garland’s taken from your brow
As your gaslight’s carried through the valley glade
And the night creeps like a chambermaid

We see that here is the church, the steeple
Open the door, we see all the people
But where is the bride?
She’s choking on Victorian pride
You nailed your colours to your sail
You’re faithful to your side
Why must you hide your light?
Why must you hide your light?
You nailed your colours to your sail
So faithful to your side
Why must you hide your light?
Why must you hide your light?
From a pocketful of the apocryphal
You hand to me the lie I need
To keep the river from meeting the sea

Wounded by the beauty of the sea
And crowded by the arms of me
Weeping like a ghost chained in the hall
Who doesn’t know she walks through walls

We see that here is the church, the steeple
Open the door, we see all the people
But where is the bride?
She’s choking on Victorian pride
You nailed your colours to your sail
You’re faithful to your side
Why must you hide your light?
Why must you hide your light?
You nailed your colours to your sail
So faithful to your side
Why must you hide your light?
Why must you hide your light?
From a pocketful of the apocryphal
You hand to me the lie I need
To keep the river from meeting the sea

She said, “Be very aware, be very, very aware of love”
She said, “A heart aglow drives the hand that draws the bow,
But I love the song of no one calling me home
I love the song of no one calling me home”