I saw lovers entwined
In the entrails of God
They were trying to find
Some love, against all the odds
But it couldn't really help them

I saw things I have seen
A dozen times before
But now I see they're obscene
I can't see anymore
But it couldn't really help me

And I'm sorry that I'm afraid to do you wrong
I'm sorry that I have taken far too long
I'm sorry that someday we all have to die
I am sorry that I cannot tell you why.