Cosmic Creatures

We're one step away

One step away from the edge

And we're running

We're one step away

Dig in the dirt for some gold

While we're running

We're cosmic creatures by design

All we'll need or ever find is here

It's right here

Where do we run to?

Where do we go?

All of our days

Are numbered and counted, and oh

Why are we running? Oh

All of our days

Man is born of dust

And he will return

And when will we learn?

We're cosmic creatures by design

All we'll need or ever find is here

It's right here

Where do we run to?

Where do we go?

We're called to breathe a little while

All we'll need or ever find is here

It's right here

Where do we run to?

If you awaken from this illusion

And you understand that black implies white

Self implies other

Death implies life

You can feel yourself

Not as a stranger in the world

But you can begin to feel your own existence

As absolutely fundamental

What you are basically

Deep, deep down

Far, far in

The fabric and structure of existence itself