My Finest Hour

I want my finest hour to be
When everything that’s closest to me is a part of you
Tell me, is it true that we can be each other?
I want my greatest power to be
That everything I wanted to see comes shining through
Tell me, is it true, this life of love, the sight of it all?
Why is everything I do a little frightful?
Everything I do just seems a little wrong
Life, what a fabulous place to live
What a wonder to carry on
Every time I think I finally have the answer
In comes someone else who did in half as long
Life, what a terrible place to learn
What a struggle to carry on
I want my finest hour to be
When everything I struggle to understand is true
Then what would I do, but sit around and wonder?
Tell me, is it true, this life of love in spite of it all?
Every time I think I finally have the answer
In comes someone else to tell me that I’m wrong
Life, what a puzzling place to live
What a wonder we’re taking it on
Ah, ah-ah-ah…
Ah, ah-ah-ah…
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah…