In my most hopeless days, Lost in pitch black caves, There's waterfalls And dripping stone walls. It's so perfect and amazing. You may only naively believe There's waterfalls and all perspectives And when you see the light Or go for walks at night There's waterfalls, but you can stay dry In the Universe, Or in death and birth. I always wonder at each, my mother And right before I die, Or start to tell a lie, There is a spark drowned out. In my heart's a hiding place There is a moonlit lake, And there are waterfalls on the way down there.