Wear your Sunday best  See your shoes are shined – right  Check the stage is set  For another clean – fight    And you laugh  And you sing  and pray  You’ll be understood  Some other working day.     When the house is lit  When the strangers leave  When the only sound   Is the air you breath     When the morning train  Brings another day  And an old refrain  Slowly fades away     When the tired streets  Are your lonely host  And the only guests   Are the other ghosts     When your mind is still  When your pulse is slow  When your thoughts return  To all you long to know     Who are you?    In a shifting sky  On a sleepless night  In the silent truce  Of a lovers’ fight     In a moment freed  In a stolen glance  In forbidden steps  To a secret dance     In a knowing look  From a covered face  In a holy book  In a sacred place     In a final bow  In a virgin kiss  In the dying breath   Of a moments bliss