| The sun burns through the windows.
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| Rising from the stones
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| As dear as ancient clockwork
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| To mark our time alone
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| As order moves to chaos
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| So time cannot re
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| Watching from the tower spire
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| A finite uni
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| And all our burning questions
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| And all out greatest fears
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| They look to find the evidence
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| But they will not find it here
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| Strange skies!
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| Strange skies!
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| Science and religion
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| Upon each other’s throne
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| Naive to thought beyond their box
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| They cannot stand alone
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| And all our burning questions
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| And all out greatest fears
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| They look to find the evidence
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| But they will not find it here
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| For all our deepest secrets
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| Distilled in heartfelt prayers
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| Only concludes to claim as true
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| What consciousness may bear
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| Strange skies!
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| I’m not convinced you understand
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| For all the insight in your hands
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| I’m not convinced you comprehend
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| The consequence we are
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| To only reach without support
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| A printers wish from nothing more
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| Than what you’ve seen and deem is real
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| For god is not contained
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| God is not contained
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| God is not contained
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| Strange skies!
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| God is not contained
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| Strange skies!
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| Strange skies!
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| Because a dream to quantum space
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| A particle to love
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| Cannot conclude to prove as true
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| What we know nothing of
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| And all our burning questions
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| And all out greatest fears
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| They look to find the evidence
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| But they will not find it here
|
| For all our deepest secrets
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| Distilled in heartfelt prayers
|
| Only concludes to claim as true
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| What consciousness may bear
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| I’m not convinced you understand
|
| For all the insight in your hands
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| I’m not convinced you comprehend
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| The consequence we are
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| To only reach without support
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| A printers wish from nothing more
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| Than what you’ve seen and then believe is real
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| For god is not contained
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| God is not contained! |