歌词
Still awake as day is breaking
My spirit's broken too
Fed worn leeks, by now too weak
To speak when spoken to
Nunnies, fussing with flannels
Feeding the spaniel celery
These grey sickbay days
Slowly the sacred core decays
Above the bed the Virgin's head
Perspective all askew
On the rail a grail of pale
Medicinal gruel
Nurses, whispering verses
Click shut their purses and depart
These grey sickbay days
Slowly the sacred core decays