If we are the chosen ones,   than we must come undone.   It all seems...      Blanket round ?us speech,?   surround us in all to reach.   It all seems...      Distance from God we know   is self-induced by days let go.   It all seems...      Dark, dark. It all seems dark.      Way down the road,   we find love.   We find love.   Way down the road,    we find love.   We find love.      Lead us back towards home.   Teach us so we can roam.   It all seems...      Way down the road,   we find love.   We find love.   Way down the road,    we find love.   We find love.      Dark, dark. It all seems dark.   Dark, dark. It all seems dark.