Do you ever think through an act of grace
we could find these last twenty-some years
were just dreamed up? That everything we kept close,
all we fought for, the stones left unturned,
and everything we ever fucked up never really was.
Would you like it to be true?
If you'd like this could be through.
With the stains wiped clean
a chance to polish this ship to a sparkling sheen.
Illumined eyes shine over the world
out from a new light in your mind.
All our crimes undone, and our alliances cut off,
our faiths restored, and our hate removed.
This soiled skin and these ugly clothes mean nothing anymore.
Free of our scars with no corners of the mind kept in the dark.
All our stains wiped clean
a chance for this pile of shit to be redeemed.
Illumined eyes shine out on them all
from the new light in your mind.
If you like this could be true.
Would you like to see it through?
I don't think I could sign that deal,
not with any devil, no matter how beautiful.
At least this way, for all the pain and mistakes,
there's at least some good, these few things I love.
Some people who do their best to make it
worthwhile to take the beating every morning,
and sing along with their voices in the evening.
At least this way there's a light in what we make.
At least this way, for all the pain and mistakes,
we know the dark, and we can dream what we want to believe.
A change of heart, we can see unafflicted beauty.
And who's to say?
We may never be this bright-eyed again.
