If not for you
When the moon looks right through me, like my conscience
When it balks at its own vulgar rectitude
I don't where I'd slip off to, I'd drink and drink
I'd drain every drink in all creation, if not for you
When the thirst for Jihad is quenched by the cup of the covenant
and Moses hoses down the bushes
and every bullet is carved with the face of a gymnast
I'd lose my faith, if not for you
These days, when wings are a sign of the Fall
in this city of nervous hearts and closed eyes
you alone know that God doesn't have money
you alone remember that there is no tomorrow, only now
When every steamer leaving this quay is a "Titanic"
when the crew are bears and the officers are fools
and there's no destination anywhere, I'd walk off across the water
but I would not make it far if not for you
I've tried to make the most of the Biblical imagery, which is hard to do with a baby on your knee