There is no home, there is no earth
There is no hope, there is no birth
There is no love, there is no death
There is no life, there is no left
It's all light and sound
and empty space in between
it's all light and sound
and forces colliding
It must be tiring, always trying to tell
true from false; must we all?
Water and air can combine in so many ways
Who can truly say whether it rained
if a drop never fell upon my head
why should I trust what the others said?