There is a comet floating thru this endless night
Embraced with perfect symmetry
Thru the tear drop of infinity

In a window called the universe
With no map or intention
Towards some floating destination

It will find or it will be found
No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy
Who sings this song

Sings with a crooked tongue
Looking off into a crooked sky
Wondering

What immortal hand or eye
Could carve this comet
On it's course

Like a blind man riding on a crooked horse
Returning to the source
Where no though has ever happened

And time can't be imaged
No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy
No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy