I was locked in her asylum
black eyed staring from a cage
She was in her mausoleum
her spirit tattooed on the page
Staring cold through candle play
reminding me of when I used to say

I will never do you harm
if I did, couldn't live with myself for very long.
I will never do you wrong, now you're gone
still your ghost passed me gently in the hall
Now I medicate the fall

I was floating up that stream
everything was flying by me
Splintered light no metaphor
I was strung out lifeless on the floor
When her voice spoke out to me
holy mouthed and with great clarity

There's a light upon the hill
and it's real, If you go
you can make it there tonight. . .
Just keep heading for the light
soon you're lost, in the flow
no matter how you grip the wheel
You will make it there tonight

I didn't know what I was doing
trying to fix what I had ruined
I light this lamp called sympathy
A beacon in your field of enemies
To lost wanderers in plight
this song can be your halo in the night

It's your light upon a hill
and you've climbed very high
so sit with me beneath the wheel
and I will be with you tonight
We're alright, not alone
though we bleed in separate homes
I'll be your light upon the hill
if you ride toward the glow
don't let sorrow take the wheel
Leave your body in the field
cross the palms, stitch lips
to make them think that this is real
You've reached that light upon a hill

Welcome to my mausoleum
where I called them like I see them
Welcome to my war of words
where battle scars and cries can still be heard
but thank you all for taking time
to let me be your beacon in the night

and be that light upon a hill
for the ones who had no songs
or just fell beneath the wheel
While all good people carried on
on their way, without care
down the lost continuum
Another soul to feed the sun. . .