This is how it was meant to be I was meant to go on hoping Even though theres really no hope In this land or on the sea Becoming familiar with an illusion Becoming familiar with lapses of joy Illusion Something is abiding Something believes unceasing In keeping the wolves from the door I wonder when youre older Youll find there was a disappearance Disappearance of the meaning that you had, that you had, that you, oh The very inner of my being It is infinite trouble Youll always on the outside of it, of it, of it, oh Oh, oh, oh Ah, ah, oh, oh Something is abiding Something believes unceasing In keeping the wolves from the door I wonder if you hear thunder like I do, like I do If you know living like I do Feels the same, if it is as sweet as Something is abiding Something believes unceasing In keeping the wolves from the door
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