The mystery

Sitting on a bank at the park
I see many different people passing by
There´re formal, casual and poor ones

*They all look so different
But they all share the same pains
All of them try to find the reason why
All of them try to find the meaning of it all*

But they aren´t able to see that true is here
They aren´t able to feel the old golden law
The key of all questions lays between us
But you won´t find it searching in distant places

*Chorus

Truth and meaning are the same thing
Simplicity and belonging are the same thing
We have all we need to be happy
We are all we have and need to shine
So stop trying to understand the mystery
And become yourself in it

*Chorus