You can ask the universe for all the signs you want, but ultimately, we see what we want to see when we’re ready to see it. // And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it’s hot, and dead quiet again, and I love you still.
Here among the shadows in a lonely land, We're a bunch of pilgrims on the move. Burdened down by sorrows, shunned on every hand. Looking for a city built above. Looking for a city, where we'll never die,