Last time I opened the door.
This time I entered.
And this is how I arrived.

What do I know?
You-maybe now, maybe later, maybe never.
Oh, what do I know?
I say to you: you-not mere repetition.
Grace, I say. Grace, I call.
You-not in ever, but just a never.
I sin. I repent.
I call for you in every-
This I know…
and thats all I know.
There is a you, alright.
You, who cannot be forgotten.
In ever.
But what do I know?