Here I am in limbo
Courting ever more
With diamonds in the heavens
And a throng upon the shore
I dreamed I was a good man
A father with a trade
I didn't see it coming
That was no choice that I made
And here I am in limbo
Dark and deep and thick with clouds o'erspread
The aeons tick like seconds
In the village of the dead
But how can there possibly be
No more room up there for me?
Here I am in limbo, here I am
I know it seems improper
The fault is surely mine
To fail to see the future
And hold memory divine
They say we end as ashes
But I see no end at all
The silent generations
Have been waiting since the fall and
Here I am in limbo
Desiring without hope we live
Beneath the din of thunder
Rise the sighs of grief we give
But how can there possibly be
No more room up there for me?
Here I am in limbo
And how can there possibly be
No more room up there for me?
Here there's no tour but for the poet
Blessed and alone when his faith is strong
I would give all to have known before it
I would have changed that I may belong
Have you walked on the sand?
Have you breathed in the morning sky?
Have you known of the flesh?
Found your truth with the naked eye?
Have you worked with your hands?
Have you laboured for your children?
Have you wondered where you're going?
Have you wondered where you might have been?
What I believe is emptiness, and what I believe is emptiness
And kindness in our hearts, and kindness in our hearts
And the barker, the soldier, the mother and all the fallen heroes
We the prisoners of your faith, forget me and let me cease to be
Here I am