Sinners yearn for confession. Since the heavens first yawned
Toward the star-gazing people, we have craved "the beyond."
The prayers of the hopeful and the cries of the guilty
Have long pursued clues in metaphysical mysteries.
Where do we wake from the underworld sleep?
What dreams come when experience and imagination meet?
We all want a map. We're all destined to go.
I confess I'm intrigued, but not anxious to know.
Toward the star-gazing people, we have craved "the beyond."
The prayers of the hopeful and the cries of the guilty
Have long pursued clues in metaphysical mysteries.
Where do we wake from the underworld sleep?
What dreams come when experience and imagination meet?
We all want a map. We're all destined to go.
I confess I'm intrigued, but not anxious to know.
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