The Great Magnificence - Peter Capaldi

I saw her first upon the road that turns upon itself

And there among the olive groves our true love did replenish

But did she hear the music?

The rising of the swarm?

And now I cannot see her, though down the road I stare

My pale young English girl with knots among her hair

The sun it strikes my towers

The elevator moans

I listen for her to and fro

But feel it in my bones

The clouds they have descended, and taken my sweet one

I wonder if you’ll see her or if a thought you’ll spare?

For my pale young English girl with knots among her hair

You know that I am gentle

Though I my mother struck

She put me here so long ago

But through the bars I snuck

I walk the streets and alleyways

I creep upon the stair

I am the great magnificence

The lord of fire and air

And I will find you, my pale English girl with knots among your hair

I am the great magnificence

The lord of fire and air

And I will find my pale English girl with knots among her hair