Laurel Wreath

I'm afraid, embarassed, too:
I have never seen anything like you.
My God, you're great, greater than I'd expect,
And the night is silver round your neck,
And the night is silver round your neck

Men high and low sing hymns to you,
Your sons and daughters do what you want them to.
I wanna wear your love like a laurel wreath,
And the night turns silver when you breathe
And the night turns silver when you breathe

Oh, I'm out of time, you bring me down,
You leave me naked standing out of line,
'Cause you're a soul on an endless trek,
And the night is silver round your neck
And the night is silver round your neck

And the night is silver round your neck x2