|
This is how it was meant to be, |
|
I was meant to go on hoping, |
|
Even though there's really no hope, |
|
In this land or on the sea. |
|
Becoming familiar with an illusion, |
|
Becoming familiar with lapses of joy, |
|
Illusion. |
|
Something is abiding, |
|
something believes unceasing, |
|
In keeping the wolves from the door. |
|
I wonder when you're older, |
|
You'll find there was a disappearance, |
|
Disappearance of the meaning that you had, that you had, that you, oh. |
|
The very inner of my being, |
|
It is infinite trouble, |
|
You'll always on the outside of it, of it, of it, oh. |
|
Oh, oh, oh. |
|
Ah, ah, oh, oh. |
|
Something is abiding, |
|
something believes unceasing, |
|
In keeping the wolves from the door. |
|
I wonder if you hear thunder like I do, like I do, |
|
If you know living like I do, |
|
Feels the same, if it is as sweet as. |
|
Something is abiding, |
|
something believes unceasing, |
|
In keeping the wolves from the door. |
