The mystery of all that’s good when every life’s a part to play I guess that I misunderstood I thought that I could be myself some day now that I can see threw the vial now that I can see you

And now where all these houses stood are all these buildings lined like graves to build a future half as good and there are things I dare not say to you now that I can see through these walls now that I can see through

And the spirits told me when I was a child to be open to the strange and the unknown - And to live my life with the grace of a child for a reason with the faith of an angel - And if I am ever to lose my way interfering with the lives of the future - To know that the truth will be told either way for a reason in the form of an answer
The mystery of all that’s good when every life’s a part to play I guess that I misunderstood I thought that I could be myself some day now that I can see you