I went to places searching,
to find me some peace.
And the wise men said, don't you know?
It's in you, inside you, you dunce.
I said, but, with the dance
of the beast inside,
How do you find peace inside?

Where is the peace?
Is it at the end of this race?
Days are long. Yet life seems done.
Or will there be some when we are ghosts
of who we thought we were?

Where is the peace?
Just give me one piece.
Or is it when breath ceases,
only to become air?

Where is the peace?
Except in two places..
in the womb we came from,
Or the tomb we go to?

I wish I had one wish.
I'd wish for water to catch fire.
Then all we'd need is one rain,
to drench the world.
And then we burn this world.
We could hope for peace then
for our children to find,
in the ashes.