(W. graber) Blood the martyrs seed An altruistic greed And it all is lost... this is just a passing thought Words too big to know And fear you can't explain Hope at any cost... this is just a passing thought [Chorus] Where to start... where to begin Pass you the note... Pass you the note along... Nothing long... nothing long Leaves of many loves And root of only one There's no place to go... this is just a passing thought Tabula Rasa Suggestions only rule When it's all unlearned... the truth is not a passing thought [Chorus]