Now isn't it strange that of everyone who

Before us has passed the darkest door through

No one returns to tell of the road

That for us to know we must travel too

There's something going on here

I don't know what it means

There must be something larger

Larger than life outside of dreams

I shot out my soul through the singular eye

Still thirsting to quench from this paradise well

And then by and by my soul came to tell

"There can be no Heaven in self-created Hell"

There's something going on here

I don't know what it means

There must be something larger

Larger than life outside of dreams

If Heaven's but the vision of a found desire

Then Hell's a helpless shadow of a soul on fire

Downcast upon the darkness into which it fell

Yet burning to emerge in time if only to expire

There's something going on here

I don't know what it means

There must be something larger

Larger than life outside of dreams