Woe What do you know Aint it so The broad, well travelled road Lingers slow like curling smoke Low Lower than low Yet below the Source still flow
Long forgotten underneath Anaestetics that we breathe Glows the Core of you and me Undivided pure and free This One thing withstands the time And outlives both yours and mine
Woe Were it so Wouldn't it show I don't need no priest Bird or beast To save my soul I know how it all goes In the end we're all alone:
Long forgotten Lost and gone Clinging to the past undone Praying to have another round Though we know the day is come To embrace the eternal One Back to how it all began
In the void a longing coils Sprouting roots into the soil
Woe What do you know Aint it so The broad, well travelled road Lingers slow like curling smoke Low Lower than low Yet below the Source still flow