Songtext von The Four Quartets

The key turns once and locks the door You, you were here I saw your signature I saw the moving leaves I saw the closing door Now the priest has called (dressed in his robes) With memory eternal over the telephone But i'll have no condolences Just the meaning of it all When i was alive, thoughtful and nice I tried to do what's right When i was alive, not once but twice I should have used a knife I read "the four quartets," "the dry salvages" Wrote the words upon my wrist Wore the clothes upon my back A life spent in pursuit of it A life just spent Now i am here on parade I'm lying in state The flags are all half-raised Ave maria plays Oh, it's a fading song I sing it on and on