And They Do All Still Exist

Was she near a void of fear as the event horizon grew ever near?
And the subtle, eagle wings began to rise
Just how could the good Lord permit
Her to submit to nature’s compromise?, ooh ooh

Did he feel the pain or did he just seize up as it hit the veins?
And contemplate those that he used to love
Will the sudden, shearing shock of loss
Make us begin to doubt the crosses and doves,
Those signs of love from the gentleman above

Has she discovered that there is more to this than where it’s at?
And every moment is precious in the least
Can she get her message through that foggy firmament
Which surrounds Valhalla’s feast? ooh ooh

Was he on the brink of war with the infidels along the shore
When all the faux melodrama took a vital turn?
Will the colonial’s only son who never reached age 31 return?
Rigid and stern, with new lessons been learned

Does he understand the Internet?
And the coming promise of this digital age?
Will he make the speed to fulfill the unquenchable need?
And delay that inevitable greed of life,
As it consumes the youth and spits back some ugly truth, oh-oh

Is he playing his guitar for Jesus on some distant star
Where the melancholy madness will not persist?
And does he get a say on which tunes they will get to play,
From the master list?
Well, I insist that they do all still exist