We're really making up for the dark ages
In today's enlightened times
Everything running at the speed of light
No time for close contactÂ…no time.
Five hundred years with barely a thought
Labeled a heretic, burned at the stake
Constant derision, judgment and fear
How far have we really come? What difference does it 
make?
Maybe the boys from Liverpool had it right
When they said ‘Come Together'
But even the fool on a hill could plainly see
That nothingÂ…nothing lasts forever
Avatars won't hide the scars deep inside
They're just a cry from the heart
Gentle tears and countless years are wastedÂ…wastedÂ…
wasted.
When your life is falling apart
Maybe the boys from Liverpool had it right
When they said ‘Come Together'
But even the fool on a hill could plainly see
That nothingÂ…nothing lasts forever
NothingÂ…nothing lasts forever (x4)