The Part That Lives

While our hands are blistered and our tongues swollen with lies, we'll have plans and failures. We are running out of time.
Wait for me, O Eternity! My life is a work in progress. My life is a life to use. My death is an infant step to the lasting day, the life consumed.
When our souls are rescued and our bodies left alone, to the place that's living will the part that's living go.
Wait for me, O Eternity! My life is a work in progress. My life is a life to use. My death is an infant step to the lasting day, the life consumed.
Infinity began in eternity past. You spoke its name, You spoke its name. My soul burns at eternity. You spoke its name, You spoke its name.
Wait for me, O Eternity! My life is a work in progress. My life is a life to use. My death is an infant step to the lasting day, the life consumed