It's hard not to believe
The tender heart
Will fool you so
Overflowing matter
I am naked, out of reach
Silent and complete
But it hangs, constantly
This division, inside me
It's hard not to believe
Those floating clouds
Up on the ridge
Are hungry ghosts in waiting
The one that I'm beholden to's
Relentless glow has faded
Sit down for the feast
oh, the one's who need it least
It's hard not to believe
I was born to be loved in
The golden age of chatter
That endless rope, it pulls me where
The tender-hearted gather
Sit down for the feast
Oh, the one's who need it least
It's hard not to believe
