I know this life I was given
Was made for loving and living
But to fools what is love
Do the dead even need the drug

In times alone and not forgiven
I turn around and just keep spinning
Until my head is encased in a pearl
It'll hit the edge and open to the world

Not until tomorrow
Or the next day
Maybe the last day

We look above with dilated eyes
Search the clouds, the moon, and the endless sky
When no human has ever left the ground
We're here for good and good is around

A poet, a priest, and a prisoner
Walk roads not at all not similar
Maybe there's one road to take
And the others... there just fakes

but I don't know
And you don't know
Maybe no one knows