Shadow on the bedside table
This altar for disabled
Little Jesus shines for the blind
And shows their prison bars
You king of bedside tables
Little Jesus – gentle neighbour
Watching poor men’s lifelines
Converge to funeral jars
Souvenirs – calm my fears
Oh Souvenirs – hold my tears –
For a while…
And so we sail through our numbered days
Never sure just what the dice have played
With the sun our only passenger
And no tomorrow ‘ll ever break the spell
Only Jesus and the Housecat stay
Little Jesus and the Housecat – stay…
You, Ghost of bedside tables
Brooding – quite unable
To heal our open wounds, and—
Reveal your own, true scars
Souvenirs – calm my fears
Oh Souvenirs – hold my tears –
For a while…
And so we sail through our numbered days
Never sure just what the dice have played
With the sun our only passenger
And no tomorrow ‘ll ever break the spell
Only Jesus and the Housecat stay
Little Jesus and the Housecat – stay…
My kitten’s name is Mabel
So calm – and wise – and stable
She thinks it’s carved wood made by mankind
And that is what you are…
Exactly what you are…
Exactly what you are…
Exactly…
Exactly…
Exactly.