Tim Clark

Lyrics

I met a man he said he died last year but it didn’t clear up
All the questions that he had about the things beyond his ken
He didn’t know what the meaning of his life had been
What could it mean to live again?

They took a picture of a big black hole but they still don’t know
What happens when we die and where our spirits go
They say don’t stare into the void, don’t stare into the sun
Best forget about your soul

And every good thing dies and the emptiness replies
There’s no time for your despair
No more to build on there
Just go back to your affairs

The ship went down in a summer storm on a Monday morning
The deckchairs all arranged so they could get a better view
As the water formed a shroud and the sunlight made a cloud
So the grass could grow anew

And every good thing dies and the emptiness replies
There’s no time for your despair
No more to build on there
Just go back to your affairs
There’s no time for your despair
No more to build on there
Just go back to your affairs