So many easy pleasures,
Childish desires
(that) keep us all here under.
Ready for any pie /deal
Yet when we must die
We become believers
As one never knows
We cast a glance upwards
If there's a hereafter
As least, saving our souls/bones
As one never knows
If there's a hereafter
Capable of the worst, of all mea culpas
Of all false pieties/times
Who could still ask: who is (the real) Saint Thomas?
But when your hour strikes...
And so, we drop everything
To (come up and )get a forgiving
For having believed so little yet asked for a redeem
Chorus