Long, long ago (back when the ocean was our home),
We crawled out of the sea, so eager to breathe.
We looked to the sky, and to the limits of our minds,
To understand why all things die, and how we came to be.
Thought we knew all we'd need.
But it's time to get off our knees
And offer our hands up to the earth.
And it's time, to find where we belong
And see what it's worth.
And it's time, and it's time...
Don't lay me down, i don't ever want to die.
I've had too good a time, i really like it here.
But all those prophets promised me, that if i could just believe,
Eternal life and peace would be waiting for me.
But when i go,
There will probably be no angels singing, no harps ringing.
No pearly gates, nor devil's flames,
Just nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
Wouldn't it be grand to take some comfort in
Those same holy texts that pacify my friends?
Well, it wouldn't change the fact that all we know is we come and we go.
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes.
And it's time to get off our knees
And offer our hands up to the earth.
And it's time, to find where we belong
And know what it's worth.
And it's time, and it's time...
Don't let me go, i'm not prepared.
I'm so damned scared that i'm almost there.
Don't let me go, i'm not prepared.
I'm so damned scared that i'm almost there.
