We're one step away
One step away from the edge
And we're running
We're one step away
Dig in the dirt for some gold
While we're running
We're cosmic creatures by design
All we'll need or ever find is here
It's right here
Where do we run to?
Where do we go?
All of our days
Are numbered and counted
And oh, why are we running? Oh
All of our days
Man is born of dust and he will return
When will we learn?
We're cosmic creatures by design
All we'll need or ever find is here
It's right here
Where do we run to?
We're called to breathe a little while
All we'll need or ever find is here
It's right here
Where do we run to?
If you awaken from this illusion
And you understand that black implies white
Self implies other, death implies life
You can feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world
But you can begin to feel your own existence
As absolutely fundamental
What you are basically deep, deep down
Far, far in, the fabric and structure of existence itself
