When I Came Down from the Mountain - Lloyd Cole

The air was heavy with a whore’s perfume

When I came down from the mountain

Our sleepy hollow was a fetid lagoon

When I, I came down from the mountain

The tablets were heavy sure, but I’m stronger now

And I’m free

Free of all base instinct

My head was dizzy from the lofty ideas

When I came down from the mountain

My wife was very, very beautiful

And gone

How am I going to live down here?

How am I going to make things right?

Who am I going to be?

How am I going to live?

How am I going to live?

I shaved my head, I put on the robes

Attended to the sacred garden

I worked in silence until I was clean

And then I, I came down from the mountain

How long she waited

Before breaking down to break free

How am I going to live down here?

How am I going to make things right?

How am I going to live?

Who am I going to be?

Who?

The air was heavy with a whore’s perfume

Our sleepy hollow was a fetid lagoon

The tablets were heavy, sure but I’m stronger now

How am I going to live down here?

How am I going to make things right?

Who am I going to be?

How am I going to live?

How am I going to live?