Move on, I suppose The host with the most I'll open a can of worms And no-one learns Got lost in a maze Though sweeter the cold And no more a mention Of the one-man show I was in love with the world We'd shoot up heaven With nowhere to be I've cut all the ties With nothing left If you'd be so kind Abide with me My echo (echo) At the foot of the mount Came wrapped and dispatched From where I threw myself All zealous - the fans Stream blood on demand I fought your outrageous war Til I could no more I was in love with the world We'd shoot up heaven With nowhere to be I've cut all the ties With nothing left If you'd be so kind Abide with me Like a cassowary I am temporary All that can be Can't be done