And once more I cried, for I did not think it could be true
That you and I might have always known one another
And that we could not only evoke, but conjure a place of our own
And that everywhere - that has ever existed
Was all in service of our dream

It was all in service of our dream

Now please, hear what I hear

Let me explain
This ugliness, this cruelty, this repulsiveness;
It will all die out

And now, I cry for all that is beautiful

Please, hear what I hear

Let me explain
This ugliness, this cruelty, this repulsiveness;
It will all die out