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
