So come a time when all of us must leave, dear There's nothing Sister Marie can do to keep me here with you Nothing in this life but I've been trying Can equal or surpass the odds of dying Believe me, there'll come a time when all your hopes are fading When things that seem so very plain become an awful pain Searching for the truth amongst the lies An answer when you've learned the odds of dying Tell me, are you still with me? But if you want it, then you must find it When you have it, there'll be no need for it There'll come a time when most of us return here Brought back by our desire to be a perfect entity Living through a million years of crying Until you realize the odds of dying Can you believe me? Can you believe me?