Matthew Stood By the Wall and Watched His Love Below Her Pale Hair Came in Golden Rings Down Below Her Shoulders As She Waved and Slowly Turned Around To Find the Path That Led Her to the Ancient Gate Was Closed She Said Matthew Why Won't You Tell Me What It Is You See Your Smile So Wide This Figured Grin You Look As If, You Look As If You're Looking Right Through Me Why Won't You Tell Me How It Is You See Through the Darness All Around Me No Amulets Or Chains Will Work to Keep the Demons From Or Hide the Night Filled Eyes From the Brides of Jesus The Brides of Jesus The Brides of Jesus Keep Them Over Me Keep Them Over Me, Can't You See On Tender-hooks and to Be Pleasure Bent His Voice It Scratched the Air May Bring You So Much Sorrow That You May Be Entertaining Angels Unawares