Miserere

Do you ever look around

Turn your ear to the ground

Show your face to the sky

On a night when the skies echo sounds

From inside of your mind

On the stage that you shone

Where the sun did become you

And move with your thoughts

Through the sighs and the scenes

Of the worlds you have seen

And the sights that have been

Your reflection in shadows and dreams

Your reflection in shadows and dreams

Did you ever see a man

Who did walk down the street

White robe with no shoes on his feet

And on top of his head place a box with slits

And the sign from his neck said, I do not exist

Or a woman who could not remember her name

Did stutter and stutter again and again

And saw you and called you her son

Her eyes said, my being is gone

But still I'm not dead

Miserere, miserere, miserere

Miserere, miserere

Have you ever seen a sound

Have you listened to an image

Have you ever touched a thought

Have you ever tasted nothing

Have you ever told a lie

That was true, more than truth

Because truth, it had lied

All it's life when it spoke to you

And what did it say, it is that it is this

This goes here, here is here, it is not, yes it is

It was dulling your senses

Your eyes they were bound

Have you ever my friends

Been looking around

And the other replies with a wave of a hand

I am already here, in this promised land

But not by a god, and not by a king

And not from a spirit deep from with in

I am here, because a miracle's a whim

It's a flash of glory, it's an empty tin

And maybe might lets you in

No to save you, but to to keep on looking in

Miserere, miserere, miserere

Miserere, miserere

Miserere, miserere

Miserere, miserere

Have you ever

Been so happy that you're sad

That the lights turn to stars

And the stars become eyes

And hello's are goodbye's

And the laughs are the sigh's

And the show disappears with the note

Until next time

Long live living

If living can be this

Long live living

If living can be this

Long live living

If living can be this

Long live living

If living can be this

Do you ever look around

And find what has yet to be found