You came out to nowhere with red roses pressed against your white chest   You sat down beside me and you took me to a time when you could see   A time when you could feel, when you could speak   When I believed      You have seen some nameless and some faceless   And some hopeless cases   You have touched the heart of darkness   Mister Kurtz is dead and so are you      Where is your truth?   Do you believe all that you see?   And where'd you lay your grave?   And what did Jesus say?      You have opened my eyes to the nature   Of our time and our lives   No safe truths, no comforting illusions   Make the best of your life