The stars will dwarf me,
And the winds will scatter me,
And the earth will have me at last.
I weep upon my own grave,
(will) cry for grief,
(will) cry for love,
I will cry from guilt.
And so I must ask the unanswerable.
Why?
And I must ask the unanswerable.
It's in the hand that heals,
It's in the hand that blesses,
It's in the hand that kills,
It's in the hand that seeks redemption,
By gently stroking the bruises of it's fury's crimes.
This is the search for a god,
This is the horror of mortality,
This is the shadow of death tormenting me,
This is the yearning for more,
The yearning for more than this,
I yearn
I yearn
I yearn