How the fog lifts the road

How the montage of all we towed disappears

Where did you come from

Where will you come from

When will gods sing

When will angels take their bows

When the bars start to close

We will float on by all our woes free of fear

Where will you come from

When will we be the gods singing

Showering

Listening

 Loving

Going to the beach

Oh how I love the beach

Oh how I love the trees

 Oh how I love the sea

 Oh how I love the leaves

Oh how I love oh how I love the breeze

Where did you come from

Where will you come from

When will gods sing

 When will angels take their bows and let gods sing

Does anything really matter anyway

While we're here it does

 While we're here it has to

While we're here it does