The bells ring out above my room, an announcement of our loss,
And in the act three men decide an indefinite epilogue.
My letters have all gone a journey that’s unsure,
A message that was rich, a hand that was poor.

Oh, have me breath and let me go,
Because I don’t want you to know,
‘Cos I don’t want you to know.
I don’t want you, want you, want you.

My own description may have failed, torn from pictures that were saved
Along with images from words that were saved and not erased.
The shelves arranged above my head, a memory of my fears;
Blankets hold the smell of life and soak the many years.

Oh, have me breath and let me go,
’Cos I don’t want you to know,
’Cos I don’t want you to know.
I don’t want you, want you, want you.

Oh, Missionary, are you here?

Sun doesn’t burn when the water comes,
But water doesn’t come like the English rain.
They bury their heads for self-defence,
A marked improvement through diligence.
We are alone against our sins,
Alone against our sins,
Alone against our sins.
Vacant rooms that are full of men
That sit on stools awaiting time.
Discussion leads to little sense,
They bury their heads for self-defence.
We are alone against our sins,
Alone against our sins,
Alone against our sins.