God's got a picture of the whole world burning
Down to the details of its hot white ash
Up in the high hall, the jasmine blooming
There lights a candle at the center of it all
At the center of it all

I've got a picture of my true love, save her
Left in the morning for the war zone, for the endless war
Up in the high hall, her hair uncurling
I light a candle at the center of it all
At the center of it all

Lord, give us more
Not hegemony, not disorder
Lord, give us more
Lord, give us more
Not hegemony, not disorder
Lord, give us more

God's got a picture of the whole world burning
Down to the details of its hot white ash, oh, yeah
Up in the high hall, the jasmine blooming
Light a candle at the center of it all
At the center of it all

Lord, give us more
Not hegemony, not disorder
Lord, give us more
Lord, give us more
Not hegemony, not disorder
Lord, give us more
Lord, give us more
Not hegemony, not disorder
Lord, give us more
Lord, give us more
Not hegemony, not disorder
Lord, give us more