Years ago, you said to me
"I think I'm losing the fight
Or the fight's losing me, I'm not certain,"
And here we are - the closing scene
And all the house lights come up
Oh, the falling of our final curtain...
I've played a role for so long that I've forgotten myself
But I said I'd be there and I'm keeping my word
You've played yourself so well
And now I want to be you:
A great imitation of losing my nerve
So, it's over
And everything is wrong, everything has gone
And I know that everything means nothing
On the road to Damascus they fell
I saw the light - I saw the light!
But hey, it never saw me
Oh, conversion has just left me heathen
And we could wait a thousand years
Perhaps a million or more
If it's worth waiting for, but I'm leaving
And so to a mecca of earthly delights-
Depression is only desire deprived
Once more unto the breach and fuck my getting it right
We've died for so long, let's just get out alive
'cause it's over
And everything is wrong, everything has gone
And I know that everything means nothing
Oh, it's over
And I don't want to fight, I don't want to be right
I know that everything means nothing
On the road to Damascus they fell
Well i've been to Damascus...it's hell...
Hell is where i'm gonna be
The devil my intimate friend
And hell is other people's hearts
And knowing that everything must end
Oh, it's over...
And I don't want to fight, I don't want to be right
I know that everything means nothing
On the road to Damascus they fell
Well, I've been to Damascus as well
Damascus was written by Nerina Pallot.
Damascus was produced by Wendy Melvoin.