If you're looking for love don't chase it. Don't look at all.
It is in the breeze, through the trees, you and me, infinity.
Isn't everything pretty changing? Isn't everything pretty changing?
(Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head and listen to silence.
To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be a peace)
If you're looking for god just face it. Don't look at all.
It's a big empty sheet of blue, me and you and what we've been through.
Isn't everything pretty changing? Isn't everything pretty changing?
Isn't everything pretty changing?
It'll all change. It'll all change.