Judah -

Show me a light that doesn’t go out

When the people tire of tending it

When they go to sleep content

Show me gold that we can wear

On the inside of our wrists

So it can’t be taken while we sleep

Where is the light that doesn’t cauterize our eyes?

Cause we are nearly blind from following signs

Even now, hear my people on the hill crying

«Zion!

Zion!»

But it is just a ruined city