Lightening in a bottle's gonna burn you
But it'll shine so brightly
And won't go quietly
The ground at the bottom's gonna break you
If falling is flying
Then dying is going back home, home
What a beautiful thing it is to come back home
Good things
Good things
Good things
They come and go
Don't hold on so tight you can't let go
The end of all beginnings is upon you
To have and to hold
To receive what cannot be sold, oh
What beautiful mystery to unfold
Good things
Good things
Good things
They come and go
Don't hold so tight you can't let go