We have sufficient light to see
yet still we turn away
Our comforts our undoing
This understanding, our dismay
No matter how we reason
in the light of each new day
The path is clear
and end more near
Our folly, the delay
We have sufficient light to see
yet still we turn away
Our comforts our undoing
This understanding, our dismay
No matter how we reason
in the light of each new day
The path is clear
and end more near
Our folly, the delay