Dark Night Of The Soul

In Arcadia Ego Upon a dead end street Here beneath the lamp post Where strangers often meet We’re living in intemperate times In the twilight of our gods An echo in the labyrinth Alive against all odds And you, my beautiful friend None of us know how this will end Who will you be and what will you know Here in the dark night of the soul The shadow of the Empire State Where factories go to die Caught up in the poetry of currency and lies Fraudulence and decadence have never been unique They can never quantify the frequency of freaks Reflected in technology and always looking down Do I have to write the literature in a one trick town Lucidity and humour, the comedy absurd A horror show of horoscopes will have the final word And you, my beautiful friend Everyone knows how this will end Who will you be and what will you know Here in the dark night of the soul You’re not alone, no you’re not alone We are all here in the dark night of the soul You’re not alone, no you’re not alone We are all here in the dark night of the soul