In all of these thoughts I feel a silence And finally here A sort of rest And everything we had Washed clean of novelty at last For all that you're worth I leave you slowly With temperate breath And softened step While nothing but your dreams And your waking hours are left But everything is folded up Everything is folded up So, eventually I Will wake in stillness Desperate for What I felt last Oh, but all the times that I Held you in selfish greed have passed No, no, no Oh, all the times that I Held you in selfish greed have passed No, no, no Oh, all the times that I Held you in selfish greed have passed No, no Oh, all the times that I Held you in selfish greed have passed