There's an answer here
That you'd like to find
Doesn't really matter, though
What you have in mind
And even if the question's wrong
The answer still remains the same
And even though it's everywhere
No one wants to speak its name
Forever marching to the grave
Half-paralysed by fear
But if you look up in the sky
You'll see a second sun appear
Rejoice, I'm dead
At last I'm free
And there's no escaping it
No matter what the preachers say
You've really gotta find a way
And sometimes I can hold it in my hands
And nearly have a word for it
But then it slips away
And soon we're gonna say
Rejoice, I'm dead
At last I'm free