Trinkets twinkle from afar, Jesus Christ super star. Up above the world on high, like a carrot in my eye. Now I've searched near and far, how I fear hope's all we are.
Beyond the realm of life's snowdome, I watch the trinket dangle, a carrot to the donkey from our playful puppeteer. How it all seems somewhat small, whom and what we were, for now and evermore we're not to be at all.