The Window (Tour of 1979)

Why do you stand by the window

Abandoned to beauty and pride?

The thorn of the night in your bosom

The spear of the age in your side

Lost in the rages of fragrance

Lost in the rags of remorse

Lost in the waves of a sickness

That loosens the high silver nerves

O chosen love

O frozen love

O tangle of matter and ghost

O darling of angels

Demons and saints

And the whole broken-hearted host

Gentle this soul

And come forth from the cloud of unknowing

And kiss the cheek of the moon

The New Jerusalem glowing

Why tarry all night in the ruin

And leave no word of discomfort

Or leave no observer to mourn

But climb on your tears and be silent

Like a rose on its ladder of thorn

O chosen love

O frozen love

O tangle of matter and ghost

O darling of angels

Demons and saints

And the whole broken-hearted host

Gentle this soul

Then lay your rose on the fire

The fire give up to the sun

The sun give over to splendour

In the arms of the High Holy One

For the Holy One dreams of a letter

Dreams of a letter's death

Bless the continuous stutter

Of the word being made into flesh

O chosen love

O frozen love

O tangle of matter and ghost

O darling of angels

Demons and saints

And the whole broken-hearted host

Gentle this soul

Gentle this soul

O chosen love

O frozen love

O tangle of matter and ghost

O darling of angels

Demons and saints

And the whole broken-hearted host

Gentle this soul

Gentle this soul

[spoken]

Raffi Hakopian on the violin