| I’ve got scars on my face
|
| And they are the traces
|
| Of my adolescence wrestling with graces
|
| But beauty would never be mine
|
| It’s never still long enough to define it
|
| In this always changing, perpetual vanity of life
|
| I’m gonna live
|
| Above the sun
|
| Where I’ll never die
|
| And life goes on
|
| I’m gonna live
|
| Above it all
|
| Where purpose is found
|
| Above the stars
|
| In You
|
| I’ve got scars on my soul
|
| And they are the show and tell
|
| Of a dance with illusion
|
| That tried to lead to hell
|
| But pleasure would never be mine
|
| It’s never real long enough to find it
|
| In this always fading, perpetual fragile life
|
| I’m gonna live
|
| Above the sun
|
| Where I’ll never die
|
| But life goes on
|
| I’m gonna live
|
| Above it all
|
| Where purpose is found
|
| Above the stars
|
| In You |