All I asked of you is your better years All I know how to do is waste them Well philosophize on the grand design And mourn all of creation And rejoice because were sorry and we tried Ill rejoice if youre more than just alive Now let the gods that give the world its sins Let them lay their lights down low for you now I know they said wed meet in eternity Still I wait for you below somehow Coming home you should know I aint the same Coming home forevr changed Cuz there is vil enough in a halffull cup To tempt me towards the deep dark fine When I believe in love and the things thereof I know I feel you shine I dont know but I heard there is more And Im uneasy knocking on the door Cuz all I asked of you is your better years All I know how to do is waste them Now I laugh and cry and the grand design And mourn all of creation Now I laugh and cry and the grand design And mourn all of creation
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