Meet me at the western gate, standing tall alone against the break. Go and listen for the call, measured slow and shot down from the wall. I am not yours, I’m not lost in you. There’s another fool who took my place. I am not yours, I’m not lost in you. There’s another fool who took my place and let beauty rust, who took my place and let all your beauty rust. Fortune finds you better still, spirit bright and born against your will. Because hell is more than paradise rushing down along the other side.