It was once thought that the world was flat
It is now thought that the world is round
Everyone sees that sprinkling poison kills this flower
But what of the magic that causes this flower to be
Blues, greens, shades of demise, circle of surprise
We are born, then die
Thinking, thinking, feeling, smelling
Forever swimming in the middle, it's a question then a riddle
So as I lay down, totally immersed in the riddle of the universe
The unknown still far outweighs what we can be sure about these days
So we will amass all of these unknowns and label them spirit
We will take all the essence and the magic connection and call them love
And we will mix them in a pot with experience
And put them in my heart to bake at 98.6 degrees
And so I go walking, deciding, colliding
Searching from moment to moment
Urging this bell to ring
For it makes me happy when causes are to sing
Chorus:
As I lay here gently sleeping
Love has caused spring to burst
the world is turning softly
In the riddle of the universe
As I raise my hand in destruction
As I raise my hand in tender caress
As I raise my hands to sounds in the darkness
It's with an understanding that I do not fully possess
So let's start this religion with a question
Let's start with the dreams we may have left behind
Let's build a fortress of love by the river
With all of the happiness that we can find
