Why are we here?
What makes man so special?
The world formed by chance
We claim it as our own
Am I talking to myself?
Is anyone listening?
What is the point of striving for the best
If all we can look forward to is money we can't keep
And a home in the ground?
Am I talking to myself?
Is anyone listening?
Earth is too big and universe too vast
For all things to be coincidence
We're too busy asking questions to hear your voice on every breeze
And your name on our breath
Your name on every breath
Your name on every breath
Am I talking to myself?
Is anyone listening?