There´ll come a time when all of us must leave here. Then nothing sister Mary can do... Will keep me here with you. As nothing in this life that I´ve been trying
Can equal or surpass the art of dying.
Do you believe me?
There´ll come a time when all your hopes are fading. When things that seemed so very plain... Become an awful pain, Searching for the truth among the lying And answered when you´ve learned the art of dying.
Are you still with me?
But if you want it, Then you must find it. But when you have it, There´ll be no need for it.
There´ll come a time when most of us return here. Brought back by our desire to be... A perfect entity. Living through a million years of crying Until you´ve realized the Art of Dying.