Portrait of the Knight of Wands Suzanne Vega

[Verse 1]
He stood upon the last bastions of the place
Looked out on the ruins with thunder in his face
An introverted spectacle in the flowers on the rocks
The daisies on the ramparts blowing free

[Verse 2]
His heart was divided, clouds gathered in the sky
The belfry made of wood and steel was silenced in its cry
Something must have happened but what, he wouldn't say
Shown within the wider lens of history

[Chorus]
His mission
The transmission
Of technology

[Verse 3]
One cannon trained upon the church, this one caught his eye
"To keep the bishop in his place," he muttered with a sigh
His mood was melancholy, his attitude severe
His inner burdens weighed upon him mightily

[Verse 4]
A bird as never seen in books flew in overhead
A kind of dove it might have been but not a sound was said
All the ancient knowledge lay in pieces on the ground
The cause of all his suffering was not for love of me