Is love really the only thing

That pushes people forward?

Into the deep deep hollows

Of a tower forsaken?

Can one really know the world?

When he only lives there?

And never feels the love?

A life force beating toward him?

Can a man live without pain?

A sorrow that fills our minds

Like a child’s lullaby

Ringing, ringing, ringing

The bells do call us down

From the fiery slopes of ice

That shimmer in the midday moonlight

Always searching, always wanting

Some form of that feeling’s worth

No one can see us through

The gate of peace and noble tranquility

Only the eyes can take me in

Into the ghastly crevices of this land

Can we find eternal sunshine

Oh the sunshine gleams the brightest

In the night, when you're not looking

Looking onto the star sewn skies

Of a far off terror that meets the man

That man of kind and loving skin

Who plays the sitar

In the sweet summer heavens

Up, up, and still not reaching

Those forsaken places

of time and space

Where no one sleeps, no one hungers

For that true love, that me and you 

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