The Dost Quartet — Shirt of Blame lyrics

Lyrics

This shirt of blame
That I’m wearing
I chose it
For myself
The empty bottle
Of self-importance
Has melted
Down to glass
Ah, what does it matter?
Has melted
Down to glass
I was lifted
Beyond this known world
To a place
From which to see
When I came back
To this soil
The whole world
Looked at me
Ah, what does it matter?
The whole world
Looked at me
There’s a rain
That is falling
On the garden
Of the soul
And the bushes
That will grow there
Yield roses
As well as thorns
Ah, what does it matter?
Yield roses
As well as thorns
Some are praying
In the churches
Others prostrate
In the mosques
The only prayer
That I offer
Is at the threshold
Of my love
Ah, what does it matter?
At the threshold
Of my love
Are you happy
With your Beloved?
People often
Want to know
If I’m happy
Or I suffer
My Beloved
Is still mine
Ah, what does it matter?
My Beloved is still mine
The wine of love
Has been forbidden
By those who
Never loved
But I pour it
And I drink it
This love is all I know
Ah, what does it matter?
This love is all I know