This is the dead land
\r\nThis is cactus land
\r\nHere the stone images
\r\nAre raised, here they receive
\r\nThe supplication of a dead man's hand
\r\nUnder the twinkle of a fading star
\r\n
\r\nIs it like this
\r\nIn death's other kingdom
\r\nWaking alone
\r\nAt the hour when we are
\r\nTrembling with tenderness
\r\nLips that would kiss
\r\nForm prayers to broken stone
\r\n
\r\nThis is the way the world ends
\r\nThis is the way the world ends
\r\nThis is the way the world ends
\r\nNot with a bang but a whimper
\r\n
\r\nThe eyes are not here
\r\nThere are no eyes here
\r\nIn this valley of dying stars
\r\nIn this hollow valley
\r\nThis broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
\r\n
\r\nBetween the idea
\r\nAnd the reality
\r\nBetween the motion
\r\nAnd the act
\r\nFalls the Shadow
\r\nFor Thine is the Kingdom
\r\n
\r\nBetween the conception
\r\nAnd the creation
\r\nBetween the emotion
\r\nAnd the response
\r\nFalls the Shadow
\r\nLife is very long
\r\n
\r\nBetween the desire
\r\nAnd the spasm
\r\nBetween the potency
\r\nAnd the existence
\r\nBetween the essence
\r\nAnd the descent
\r\nFor Thine is the Kingdom