And once more, I cried For I didn't think it could be true That you and I might have always known one another And that we could not only evoke But conjure a place of our own And that everywhere that has ever existed It was all in service of our dream It was all in service of our dream Now please, hear what I hear Let me explain This ugliness This cruelty This repulsiveness It will all die out And now, I cry for all that is beautiful Now please, hear what I hear Let me explain This ugliness This cruelty This repulsiveness It will all die out