All I asked of you is your better years
All I know how to do is waste them
We'll philosophize on the grand design
And mourn all of creation

And rejoice because we're sorry and we tried
I'll rejoice if you're more than just alive

Now let the gods that give the world its sins
Let them lay their lights down low for you now
I know they said we'd meet in eternity
Still I wait for you below somehow

Coming home you should know I ain't the same
Coming home forevеr changed

Cuz there is еvil enough in a half-full cup
To tempt me towards the deep dark fine
When I believe in love and the things thereof
I know I feel you shine

I don't know but I heard there is more
And I'm uneasy knocking on the door

Cuz all I asked of you is your better years
All I know how to do is waste them
Now I laugh and cry and the grand design
And mourn all of creation

Now I laugh and cry and the grand design
And mourn all of creation