[00:26.61]Turning and turning within the widening gyre
[00:34.17]
[00:36.16]The falcon cannot hear the falconer
[00:40.29]
[00:43.17]Things fall apart, the center cannot hold
[00:50.73]
[00:51.92]And a blood dimmed tide is loosed upon the world
[00:57.17]
[00:59.42]Nothing is sacred, the ceremony sinks
[01:09.48]
[01:12.49]Innocence is drowned in anarchy
[01:16.92]
[01:18.80]The best lack conviction
[01:20.55]
[01:24.99]Given some time to think
[01:26.92]
[01:28.55]And the worst are full
[01:30.17]Of passion without mercy
[01:32.05]
[01:38.61]Surely some revelation is at hand
[01:41.42]
[01:44.11]Surely it's the second coming
[01:46.05]And the wrath has finally taken form
[01:48.49]
[01:49.67]For what is this rough beast
[01:51.43]
[01:52.43]It's hour come at last
[01:54.17]
[01:57.99]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[02:01.36]
[02:03.55]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[02:07.11]
[02:11.43]Oh oh yeah
[02:17.01]To be born, oh oh oh yeah
[02:31.80]Hoping and hoping as if by my weak faith
[02:38.61]
[02:40.92]The spirit of this world would heal and rise
[02:45.49]
[02:48.05]Vast are the shadows that straddle and strafe
[02:55.62]
[02:56.36]And struggle in the darkness troubling my eyes
[03:02.24]
[03:07.49]Shaped like a lion, it has the head of a man
[03:14.93]
[03:16.93]With a gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun
[03:21.55]
[03:24.05]And it's moving its slow
[03:26.18]
[03:27.56]Thighs across the desert sands
[03:31.24]
[03:33.68]Through dark indignant, reeling falcons
[03:39.06]
[03:43.62]Surely some revelation is at hand
[03:47.31]
[03:49.18]Surely it's the second coming
[03:51.12]And the wrath has finally taken form
[03:53.24]
[03:54.49]For what is this rough beast
[03:56.43]
[03:57.43]It's hour come at last
[03:59.25]
[04:02.99]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[04:06.50]
[04:08.56]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[04:11.87]
[04:16.30]Oh oh yeah
[04:20.00]
[04:21.87]To be born, hey Bethlehem, shape of a lion
[04:31.82]
[04:36.43]Raging and raging, it rises from the deep
[04:43.44]
[04:44.94]Opening its eyes after twenty centuries
[04:50.31]
[04:53.19]Vexed to a nightmare, out of a stony sleep
[05:00.19]
[05:02.50]By a rocking cradle, by the sea of Galilee
[05:06.63]
[05:12.50]Surely some revelation is at hand
[05:16.44]
[05:18.19]Surely it's the second coming
[05:20.25]And the wrath has finally taken form
[05:22.44]
[05:23.56]For what is this rough beast
[05:25.69]It's hour come at last
[05:28.19]
[05:30.44]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[05:35.07]
[05:37.44]Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
[05:40.19]
[05:45.44]Oh oh yeah
[05:49.32]
[05:50.75]To be born, hey Bethlehem
[05:59.12]
[05:59.86]Shape of a lion, oh oh
[06:11.20]Just the shape of a lion, oh oh
[06:17.20]
[06:17.95]Hey Bethlehem, shape of a lion

Turning and turning within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide is loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacred, the ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned in anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full
Of passion without mercy
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
It's hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Oh oh yeah
To be born, oh oh oh yeah
Hoping and hoping as if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows that straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness troubling my eyes
Shaped like a lion, it has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun
And it's moving its slow
Thighs across the desert sands
Through dark indignant, reeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
It's hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Oh oh yeah
To be born, hey Bethlehem, shape of a lion
Raging and raging, it rises from the deep
Opening its eyes after twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare, out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle, by the sea of Galilee
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
It's hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Oh oh yeah
To be born, hey Bethlehem
Shape of a lion, oh oh
Just the shape of a lion, oh oh
Hey Bethlehem, shape of a lion