“Upside down you’re turning me
You’re giving love instinctively”
A paradox, contrary thing,
My King, our King, their King
Breaking down before our eyes
Beaten, abandoned and despised
Can’t take any more
I’m finished, I’m done
Can’t feel the heat anymore from the Son
‘It is finished’ – even you said that
Just dropped your head
No fight, just dead.
Something niggles at the back of my mind
Those looks you gave, like I was blind
Hurt, disappointed but not unkind.
When the women came and said what they’d seen
I had to be sure and now I’m running
Rushing wind through sleeping streets
Exhilaration in my feet
Choose a future”
A different beat.
Something’s happened I can’t explain
But nothing will ever be the same.
I’m seeing things from the other side
Love survived. It’s death that died.
“Upside down you’re turning me”
Quite literally, upside…down.