There must be a reason for living
There must be a reason for living
I think I know how Christ felt when they nailed him to the cross
There must be a reason for living
There must be a reason for living
I think I know how Christ felt when they killed him on that hill
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
The fools lead the fools and it's the blind who lead the blind
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
In the narrowness of vision
And the narrowness of mind
I know this place is very strange
But the meaning's clear to me
There's so much we could be learning
If we could only learn to see
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
There must be a reason for living
But every day I'm crucified by triviality
Every day I'm crucified by triviality
Every day I'm crucified by everything I see
Alternative Lyrics from Marks songbook (Dearest dead days):
There must be a reason for living
I'm wondering how Christ felt
When they nailed him to the tree
There must be a reason for living
I think I know how Christ felt
When they nailed him on that hill
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
And the blind man leads the blind
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
In the narrowness of vision
And the narrowness of mind
I know this place is very strange
But the meaning's clear to me
There's so much we could be learning
If we could only learn to see
I'm searching for some kind of meaning
There must be a reason for living
But every day I'm crucified
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