Lyrics:
If you're very very quietAnd do not make a soundI'll share a little secretThat seems a bit profoundEach thought that is imaginedCame to life it's ownAnd drifts into realityLooking for it's homeSome people call it karmaSome people call it fateSome people call it kindnessOthers call it hateSome people use it wiselySome people sell it cheapSome people call it happinessOthers call it griefTragedy from tragedyA lover's giftThat's simpleReligion fallsBehind the wallsAs paradise remainsDoes suffering suggest the cause of all our little questionsThe answer was not coming soon she paused for reflectionSome people call it karmaSome people call it fateSome people call it kindnessOthers call it hateSome people use it wiselySome people sell it cheapSome people call it happinessOthers call it grief