But we desecrate at a touch!   And touch defiles   Afloat on the evening tide   It's light and it's sadness   Growing fainter and fainter   Growing fainter and fainter    This war of emotion   The fate of our age   It rains slashed and sweaty   To the brow of our death   Cut off from despair   The true deceit      With dedication   With will   So purged of purity   Perished in the night   Where every dream   With every hope   In someone else   Has been betrayed      The passion   The devotion   The knowing   The nothing   The echoes   The names   The sadness   The blame