It ain't easy, it ain't easy It ain't easy to get to heaven when you're going down We can all pull on through When you climb to the top of the mountain Look out over the sea Think about the places perhaps, where a young man could be Then you jump back

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Seasons of love How about love? Remember the love Measure in love Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets In midnights, in cups

I wonder who that somebody might be Probably somebody like me That congregation parted like the red sea When that old drunk stumbled in down the aisle and took seat Right in the middle of amazing grace He could feel the judgment that they were passing

How do we get back to love? Baby, back to love Tired of all these wars, dwelling in the past Searching for the honesty in all that jazz What are we here for, what are we doing? Last time I checked, thought it was screwin' Girl, and when I think of me and

We venture through time blind, running hands against the walls Sweeping barricades red with rust Quiet this mind abandoned fields of thought Searching for meaning, wandering in opaque Closing my eyes, and let the color in Quiet this mind ignite these

But now they are a part of me And I've been searching for a remedy When all along it's been in front of me I'm falling on my knees right now I'm covered in the mess I made These colors used to wash right out I need you here, I need you now A life that we

There was a boy, A very small enchated boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, Over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, But very wise was he. And then one day. One magic day he came my way. And as we spoke of many things,

Don't fear Your last step From the theatre of pain And the children will love Your singing From the sea The sea is calling The giant's lost And all round him Destructed for what They all knew what it meant

The light for the world will save us tonight, Redemption still so far away, Marching on inside of our loneliness, Still searching for all that remains It's just one wasted man, in one wasted land, Outside the world in a fallen land, turn away from my

When I was older I was a sailor on an open sea But now I'm underwater And my skin is paler than it should ever be I'm on my back again Dreaming of a time and place Where you and I remain the best of friends Even after all this ends