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