Lyric Art Of Dying

There ll come a time when all of us must leave here
Then nothing sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that I ve been trying
Could equal or surpass the art of dying
Do you believe me?

There ll come a time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you ve learned the art of dying

But you re still with me
But if you want it
Then you must find it
But when you have it
There ll be no need for it

There ll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
A perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you ve realized the Art of Dying
Do you believe me?