Is there something calling out to me?

A black cross in the valley of a dream?

Is there something, is there something calling out to me?

Because I can hear the angels call.

Can you hear the angels call?

They won’t stop repeating, like a record with a scratch in it.

I can’t stop repeating…

Have we seen enough?

(Holding on to you)

Have we seen enough?

(Holding on for you)

Is there something wrong with me?

I sit around, wait for this feeling to pass,

Having lost all direction,

Under false application,

I can hear the angels call.

Can you hear the angels call?

(They’re calling you, they’re calling, calling, calling you)

They won’t stop repeating, like a forest with a flame in it.

I can’t stop repeating…

Have we seen enough?

Please never try to see it through and I’ll try to stay too.

Please never try to see it through and I’ll try to find:

What is light?

A spark.

What is life?

A moment.

What’s the future?

A spark.

How long is time?

A moment.

Thoughts?

A spark.

Our bodies?

A moment?

Where’s the dream come from?

Sparks

And what is death?

It’s just a moment now.

Spark/moment/spark/moment

Have we seen enough?

What is life?

A spark.

What is death?

A moment.

What is life?

A spark.

What is death?

It’s just a moment now.