text: The priest sat in the airport bar
  He was wearing his fathers tie
  And his eyes looked into my eyes so far
  Whenever the words ran dry
  Behind the lash and the circles blue
  He looked as only a priest can: through
  And his eyes said me and his eyes said you
  And my eyes said, Let us try
  He said, You wouldnt like it here
  No, its no place you should share
  The roof is ripped with hurricanes
  And the room is always bare
  I need the wind and I seek the cold
  He reached past the wine for my hand to hold
  And he saw me young, and he saw me old
  And he saw me sitting there
  Then he took his contradictions out
  And he splashed them on my brow
  So which words was I then to doubt
  When choosing what to vow
  Should I choose them all-should I make them mine
  The sermons, the hymns and the valentines
  And he asked for truth and he asked for time
  And he asked for only now
  Now the trials are trumpet scored
  Oh will we pass the test
  Or just as one loves more and more
  Will one love less and less
  Oh come lets run from this ring were in
  Where the Christians clap and the Germans grin
  Saying let them lose, crying let them win
  Oh make them both confess