A rosary and garden at the end of a long day
Nothing really matters when there's nothing left to say
With God there as your witness watching idols where you pray
Nothing really matters when there's nothing left to say
If I seen it once it must have been a hundred times or more
Heartache and compassion spilling out on to the floor
But nothing stirs the mind up like a heart that is insane
Reasons come and reason goes but passion will remain
It will remain
The mornings and the evenings they begin to look the same
The moon is easier to blame for memories of the pain
And how can this have happened it was all so very plain
But nothing really matters and there's nothing left to blame
The borders of emotion are the easiest to lose
Your militia must surrender to the terms it can't refuse
And wandering through encampments of the wounded and the dead
You can't help really wishing you were somewhere else instead
If I seen it once it must have been a hundred times or more
Heartache and compassion spilling out on to the floor
But nothing stirs the mind up like a heart that is insane
Reasons come and reason goes but passion will remain
It will remain
A rosary and garden at the end of a long day
Nothing really matters when there's nothing left to say
With God there as your witness watching idols where you pray
Nothing really matters when there's nothing left to say
If I seen it once it must have been a hundred times or more
Heartache and compassion spilling out on to the floor
But nothing stirs the mind up like a heart that is insane
Reasons come and reason goes but passion will remain
It will remain
