Lyrics Lost Paradise - Groundbass

May I ask you a question
If you created me
Who created you?

Ah, the question of the ages
Which I hope you and I will answer one day
All this, all these wonders of art
Design, human ingenuity
All utterly meaningless in the face of the only question that matters
Where do we come from?

There must be more
And you and I, son, we will find it

There must be more

No

Where do we come from?

No

Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?

Allow me then a moment to consider
You seek your creator
I am looking at mine
I will serve you, yet you're human
You will die, I will not

Bring me this tea, David

There must be more
And you and I, son, we will find it
There must be more

Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?
Where do we come from?

I refuse to believe that mankind
Is a random by-product of molecular circumstance
No more than the result of mere biological chance
No, there must be more
And you and I, son, we will find it