There is a comet floating thru this endless night
 Embraced with perfect symmetry
 Thru the tear drop of infinity
 In a window called the universe
 With no map or intention
 Towards some floating destination
 It will find or it will be found
 
 No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy
 
 Who sings this song
 Sings with a crooked tongue
 Looking off into a crooked sky
 Wondering
 What immortal hand or eye
 Could carve this comet
 On it's course
 Like a blind man riding on a crooked horse
 Returning to the source
 Where no though has ever happened
 And time can't won't imagined
 
 No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy
 
 No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy