A New Anhedonia

The call of the night came and we called it a day,

The howling at midnight had called me away,

Out in the moonlight on a half-bended knee,

I said, “O now, cousin, Hej, what’s happened to me”.

All of the colors I couldn’t believe,

I called out, “Now, cousin, “Hej, are you foolin with me?”,

All of the pleasures now avoiding me,

All the music now boring to me.

Oh it’s unbearable then,

To find you feeling so terrible, friend,

I know you were chasing it, ah well you had to have been,

So holy and wasted, like a prayer in the wind.

Out of my shoes I stepped clear of the trees,

Out on the dunes among the towering reeds,

Out in the blue we both bowed in the breeze,

All the music now all now foreign to me.

Oh it’s unbearable then,

To find you feeling so terrible, friend,

To know you were chasing it, ah well you had to have been,

So holy and wasted, like a prayer in the wind,

All holy and wasted,

Just a prayer in the wind.