You are everything, everything
And I am merely trying
Trying to give you something to hold on to
To bring us all the way home
To drag us, broken and bruised
All the way to Paradise
This crazy life doesn’t have to amount
To eighty or so years of futility
We don’t have to go back to dust
We don’t have to say permanent goodbyes
My dear, fear, it is consuming me
And I don’t know how to move forward
Even though we have to, we have to.
I do not know who will pull me from the edge of the end of the world
But I know that you are everything, and I know
We will be okay.