Sanctus (Sanities): Songtext
von John Cale

She was so afraid
Since her mother, white with time
Told her, she was a failure

She was so ashamed
Of everything she said
And everything she did for her mother, white with time

Everything around her mother, white with time
And dirty
Her mother was greedy with dirt
Greedy

Then she heard choir of angels
Singing choirs of angels
Greedy angels
Spitting glory on her failure

That stardust of failure
As if it was medicine that didn′t work, anyway


Anyway
The windows they were closed
And the midwives had locked their doors
They didn't understand

And after all what was there to understand?
But the angels, cheer choirs of angels
In a friendship
No, more than a friendship
It was a marriage, a marriage made in the grave

The shivering night
The searching of the river continued

The bullet of searchlight
That searchlight found her so cockleshell and sure
Sick and tired of what she saw
But cockleshell and sure

Sure of what the world had offered a tired soul
From Istanbul to Madrid
To Reykjavik, to Bonn
To Leipzig, to Leningrad
To Shanghai, Pnonm Penh
All so that it would be a stronger world
A strong though loving world to die in