You’ll be filled, full with the good things again
You’ll be fulfilled, you’ll be filled full

When I lived in Olympia
I would drink myself to sleep
Sleepwalk [bad word] deep

When I lived in Olypmia
I closed my heart and prayed for scythe [bad word] deliver before first light
How wrong was I

When my father called, wouldn’t let him in
My sister rang to no answering
Thinking of sin, this love in me 
Lost to shame that had hollowed/followed me
I let no one in
I was thinking of sin, thinking of sin, thinking of sin,
of this love in me

I travelled north by north-west 
And found no love, found no love
South by south-west
Found no love, found no love
South, back to north
And still no love, so back to source
Where you came to me said "You are my love, [bad word] back to love”

And you threw me down on my filthy bed
"Good stock you are" you said
Loved me deeper than anyone has ever been 
You saw in me, i’ve been unseen

My darling, my conqueror, the conqueror, the conqueror
You said "We’ll find feet for you, boy, on the good earth, the good earth”

You’ll find feet on the good earth again
You’ll be fulfilled, you’ll be filled full

My darling, my conqueror

You’ll find feet on the good earth again
You’ll be fulfilled, you’ll be filled full

Kiss you goodnight