(w. graber)



Blood the martyrs seed

An altruistic greed

And it all is lost... this is just a passing thought

Words too big to know

And fear you can't explain

Hope at any cost... this is just a passing thought



[chorus]

Where to start... where to begin

Pass you the note... pass you the note along...

Nothing long... nothing long



Leaves of many loves

And root of only one

There's no place to go... this is just a passing thought

Tabula rasa

Suggestions only rule

When it's all unlearned... the truth is not a passing thought



[chorus]