You don't know what I think or what I believe in
Where I go or even where I come from
I don't know if anyone ever understood me
I don't know if anyone ever believed in me
But it doesn't matter now it's all forgotten
And when it's gone it's gone forever
And the ghosts that live on are just as real as you imagine
And the light and the dark are just day and night
Dependant on the position of the earth the moon and the sun
Somewhere I can hear a choir of angels singing
And smell the dew of morning in the fields of summer
And so I touch the hands of those I love