Are we flesh and bone? Are we just a dream? Are we lost or found? Or somewhere in between? Do we ever get where we wanna be? Did we invent heaven to keep us in line? Like the Sun and the Moon are the ones telling time
Nothing could stop me from wondering why But you're one less question, mm
Does the sky get tired of holding our prayers? Do they even make it up there? Even if I could see behind the curtain Maybe the knowledge would just be a burden It still wouldn't stop me from feeling uncertain
But you're one right answer That never keeps me guessing Some understanding You're one less question You're one less question
