Gloria, Continued

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