When all the worlds are lost in snow

I have to move this meaning through

Disperse the force so far engendered

All near the steam and summer view

And then remain

Where steeples crash in fire and thunder

Where sheets of steel obscure the land

Where word and sense are torn asunder

Here was the place I chose to stand

Just when I think I'm going under

I remain

Well all the waves of spin are foaming

And fake muezzin steam and brew

Formed in the fire of all their longings

This is the way I took it through

Just when I think I'm going under

This is the way I thought it through

This is the way I took it under