Lyrics:
One foot strands before the cribthe other by the casketA question formed upon stilled lipsis passed on but never askedI guess I believe that there's a pointto what we doBut I ask myself is theresomething more besides you?Two are born to crosstheir paths, their lives, their heartsIf by chance one turns awayare they forever lost?I guess I believe that there's a pointto what we doBut I ask myself is theresomething more besides you?This morning I awoke,the bed warm where it once was coldSmall blessings laid upon usSmall mysteries slowly unfoldYet I still wonder is there a pointto what we do?'Cause I kind of doubtthat there is something more besides youAlthough it's hard to find the pointto what we do,do I dare believe that there issomething more besides you?