Maybe there's no answer here At least one we're ready to hear No string of words will satisfy No simple equation to edify us Here, in the meantime May questioning nurture life Fear is illogical math An impractical skill to have Still, we talk of our future 'til we have no voice We'll try to outsmart it with noise But here, in the meantime May the unknown harvest life
We're conditioned to mourn our empty glass Long before it ever poured out our past Though our patience is always in short supply We'll leave our farsighted worries behind Here, in the meantime In the gospel of nearsight May we learn to live a nourished life
[00:10.13]Maybe there's no answer here [00:19.98]At least one we're ready to hear [00:30.29]No string of words will satisfy [00:40.06]No simple equation to edify us [00:50.46]Here, in the meantime [00:55.37]May questioning nurture life [01:10.83]Fear is illogical math [01:20.61]An impractical skill to have [01:30.71]Still, we talk of our future 'til we have no voice [01:41.02]We'll try to outsmart it with noise [01:51.32]But here, in the meantime [01:56.00]May the unknown harvest life [02:05.60] [02:30.99]We're conditioned to mourn our empty glass [02:40.96]Long before it ever poured out our past [02:51.47]Though our patience is always in short supply [03:00.92]We'll leave our farsighted worries behind [03:12.03]Here, in the meantime [03:16.51]In the gospel of nearsight [03:21.63]May we learn to live a nourished life
