Our smiles tell the lie, our laughter hides the question
We're still not sure we've come to grips with who we are
Outside a Renaissance, inside a great depression
We boast enlightenment but we can't feel the spark

And the paradise that was
Cannot be found inside of us
We must look above
We must look to Love.

Life is a moment
Love is our finest hour
Beneath its form we surrender
The world's a desert
Love is the only flower
Beneath its shade we remember

Our hands hold fast to earth, our mouths speak not of Eden
We're too afraid we'll come to grips with who we are
We starve ourselves of faith, we overdose on reason
But too much medicine is poison to the heart