The Pain That Bonds (The Beginning Is the End) [Live at Festival International de Jazz de Montréal]

I just don’t know how it feels anymore
Life’s drifting in time divided
Empire’s falling in kingdom’s rust
In echoes I won’t hear when the night is over
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning

There’s no refuge for hopelessness
No science for broken-hearted frills
No ornaments, no light, no light bright enough
To cover the darkness of our faithless thrills, no
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning

The pain that bonds it all together
The beginning, as we lose, the colors, as we faint
The bloodline, the bloodline turned specter
Turned specter as we end

The anguish of unknown, unfolded grief
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning

I don’t know how to cover the rues at my feet
Mercy’s hidden like a lonesome treasure
And sorrow’s evil, sorrow’s evil
But when it’s all you’ve got
It’s a dear friend holding your crestfallen woes
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end

The edge may cover the words of disruption
Its youthful dream, its youthful dream
May fool you into believing
That the voices you hear, you hear, you hear
May come from heaven and beyond

But static is the noise
Whispering in your ears
Static is the noise
Whispering in your ears

The devil may cry and the angels may sing
Oh, static is the noise, static is the noise
As far as the sun, as bright as the sky
Static is the noise

The pain that bonds it all together
The beginning, as we lose, the colors as we faint
The bloodline, the bloodline turned specter
Turned specter as we end

The anguish of unknown, unfolded grief
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning, the beginning is the end
The beginning

The beginning
The static you hear
The static

A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees
A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees
A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees
A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees
A man is falling, falling, falling, falling, falling on his knees
On his knees

The beginning is the end

Words: Alex Henry Foster
Recorded at Club Soda / Festival International de Jazz de Montréal