the thin red line

If I never meet you in this life
Let me feel the lack
A glance from your eyes
Then my life will be yours

This great evil, where does it come from?
How'd it steal into the world?
What seed, what root did it grow from?
Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us?
Robbing us of life and light.
Mockin'us with the sight of what we might've known.
Does our ruin benefit the earth?
Does it the grass to grow, the sun to shine?
Is this darkness in you, too?
Have you passed through this night?