Down to the frontier flung. Those who survived still sung
songs for right now, convince somehow that we'll be spared.
Over the hills we cross, passing all the people lost.
Nay them are we. We know a peace. We are cared for.
Look out in front of you.
We'll knock on and ring heaven's doorbell, too,
and hope someone will be home.
Crossing the rugged gorge. A marriage of ideals forged.
Witness the birth. Blood all over the earth. Yes, we see it.
Follow the flight of doves. That crooked path of love.
Naked are we. Atop the sea. We are free.
Look out in front of you.
We'll knock on and ring heaven's doorbell, too,
and hope someone will be home.
Recalling all our dreams. Wandering the ancient, sacred streets.
Past dives of dingy sadness, far from the scary madness
of the dark doom of infinity.
Stumbling in drunken sleep. Past the signposts where hope and time meet.
Everyone falls from the weight of it all. We'll help you carry.
Look out in front of you.
We'll knock on and ring heaven's doorbell, too,
and hope someone will be home.
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