I must be some use to somebody.
I mean, there must be a reason for me, right?
Consider the probable reality that all time is simultaneous.
Like fallen autumn leaves lying on the ground
I hate to think it's over
It's just that you were so young
And didn't seem to have a chance to make it good
The skies are grey with the loss of you
My heart sighs
It's in the way that I feel
It's in the way that I breath
It's in the way that I see for you
It's in the way I believe
You are my reprieve
I can't accept
It's over
Like fallen autumn leaves
A morbid wind through barren trees
I hate to think, I hate to think
You were so young
You are the universal consciousness.
The pendulum must swim both ways
Before it is brought to rest in the middle.
All limitations are self-imposed.
The mind has every potential and all knowledge
Like fallen autumn leaves lying on the ground
I hate to think it's over
Consider the probable reality that all time is simultaneous.
You are the universal consciousness,
At ease as your consciousness drifts more deeply
Into the state of all that is.
And if love is a tide
Then it's taking me down to the depths of despair
