Imagine dear John, that there is no hell.
Only this one, which we buy and sell.
There’s no heaven above us,
or ground below.
It’s time now, dear John.
Please let go.
You’ve suffered so much, John.
And you’d only just begun.
Living’s the same as dying.
And Jesus isn’t an only son.
Stars conceive us all from birth,
somewhere between
nothing and earth.
No one knows the weaver, John.
So let’s imagine all the people, John;
living in a whole new way. Ah…
You conquered your daemons dear,
all save one.
I’d say I’m a believer John,
but there’s still work to be done.
From ashes rise angels and phoenixes
Until we’re all worthy of trust,
iron will always turn to rust.
There’s no “riddle of steel”,
if it’s forged from elysian space dust.
Imagine any world but this one, John.
Rest easy, John…
This one’s only easy if we lie. Ah…
Imagine :
No sleeve to put our heart on.
No mask to hide behind.
We are all part ape and part mime.
No box to put ourselves in.
No answers we can’t find.
When seeing through the heart,
There’s no mass greater than the mind.
Imagine all chess peaces black or white,
no reason left to fight.
Imagine we can all read between the lines.
No such thing as crime.
Imagine all thirst is quenched, John;
even yours and mine.
I’m your catcher in the rye, John.
And we’re no longer lost in time.
The truth is…
we must catch ourselves, John;
underneath Vanilla Sky. Ah…
Imagine we’re all listening AND asking why. Ah…
Say what you need to say.
Imagine:
cups overflowing from yesterday,
instead of the wrong today.
No:
Users
Abusers
Possessions
Obsessions
No longer need to be or not to be.
No longer need to cry.
Sigh. Ah…
I’ve got you, it is I that strokes your back, John.
I’ll help you as you fall.
I’ll help you crawl through the right fourth wall.
Imagine:
finally reaping what we sow,
and cure for what we know.
Seeing all the signs.
No borders or blurry lines.
Imagine all the people, John.
Living in a whole new way.
Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.
Ah…
I’d say I’m a believer, John.
But I’m just a smoking gun.