Something tells me you’re not really here
It feels like I’ve been living alone
You’ve got a strange way of showing you care
One more time you’re not there
I reach the top of the stairs
Oh, I remember now
Something is that always was
We are something that remains when we’re gone
Feed the source; let it come through
Let it be a vehicle for the you that is you
You help invent the one you love
You help invent the one others see you to be
You held invent the below and above
You help invent our species reality
But it’s not only you; it takes me and you
For the source to come through – to – me – and – you
Something tells me it’s all on the line
And now is the time to decide
Do we choose to live or get ready to die
Keep living a lie and let life pass us by
Will we remember how
Something is that always was
We are something that remains when we’re gone
Feed the source; let it come through
Let it be a vehicle for the you that is …
Feed the source; let it come through
Let it be a vehicle for the you that is you
Let it come through; the you that is you
Feed the source