I Come Alone and to You
Nicholas Cave, Warren Ellis
I come alone and to you, Lord, in sorrow
Thirsty for your refuge, I cannot breathe
I kneel among your stars and in the morrow
I have nothing more to offer but to leave
Deep calls to deep, the silver waters flow
Winding through the gardens damp with dew
Deep calls to deep, I have nowhere left to go
But to you, Lord, breathless, but to you