What if all of our beams of light flew away
So we never could see the day
What if raindrops were purple and dry as grain
Would the Mayans still have prayed for the rain?
What if all of our questions were answered with a door
To a world where your thoughts were real
And the thinkers of that world would welcome you in
Having thought about your world just as well
Take the door and build it higher, take the world to
See desire, oh by God it's
Perfect, magic, how can it be so
Such is the beauty of what we cannot know