Therell come a time when all of us must leave here Then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you As nothing in this life that Ive been trying Could equal or surpass the art of dying Do you believe me?
Therell come a time when all your hopes are fading When things that seemed so very plain Become an awful pain Searching for the truth among the lying And answered when youve learned the art of dying
But youre still with me But if you want it Then you must find it But when you have it Therell be no need for it
Therell come a time when most of us return here Brought back by our desire to be A perfect entity Living through a million years of crying Until youve realized the art of dying Can you believe me?
