As you look toward your heavenly gate
You land a question for your mate
Who can you trust
Who can you trust
As you look toward that funeral pyre
You land a question for your mate
Who can you thrust
Who can you thrust
As you look toward that lonesome road
You land a question for your soul
For whom the bell would toll
For whom the bell would toll
As you now consider your lifelong mate
You land a question
Is it hate
For what have we become
For what have we become
As your final question hangs in time
You ask your maker for a sign
Who am I now
With him or her
And how
How have we gotten to this place
Where both of us
Do hear our fate
Why is it that my cries of fear have left me now
And their cry of fear has grown some how
Why do I trust
My mate and maker now with me
I see this all so clearly
That is it
For not is it
Who can I trust
But now
It is I MUST TRUST