| Make me someone memorable, a statue in a park
|
| That people pass and read about how I made my mark
|
| So tell me what is memorable, long after the flesh is dead
|
| Buried in some deep ravine, what will truly matter then?
|
| In a dream last night, I saw heaven and hell
|
| I was caught in between and I couldn’t find myself
|
| Everyone I’ve ever loved was there
|
| Singing, «Where does your life lead?
|
| Where does your life lead?»
|
| Make me something beautiful
|
| Like stained glass in a church of old
|
| Where light shines through and makes us new again
|
| A cleansing fire for all my mess
|
| Because I have missed the mark so long
|
| Oh, I’ve dug into apathy
|
| In your great big house with many rooms
|
| Is there any room for me?
|
| In a dream last night, I saw heaven and hell
|
| I was caught in between and I couldn’t find myself
|
| Where does your life lead? |
| (Where does your life?)
|
| In the garden, I saw I was falling asleep
|
| And on complacent ground, I slept for eternity
|
| And everything I’ve ever done was there
|
| In the space I’m caught between, reaching out to me |