With a crossbow on the metro, A samurai sword in my teeth In virtual armor, or, more often, without, A stranger, I hover silently amongst you A bright thief in the night, between the black and white heavens. In holy pictures I'm an invisible hint in the flow, On CNN news, I'm the line of collapse; But for those in the night, I'm the stars whirling incomprehensibly And a final beacon to those who know they're forever doomed... Navigator! Sing me a different chanty; I'll come back of course-wait for me by those pearly gates, One more turn and I'll clasp my darling to my heart, And to the men of the sword, I'll say: "Shalom Leitraiot!" But for now-war being war-all's calm. Since the beginning of time we've been on the edges of a dream; In monastic silence We're Comrades-in-arms of the main War, In an infrared sight We look like a Heavenly SWAT team.