That Moment Before the End

I heard it yesterday Someone found it on the moon Every penny that I saved A reservation coming soon How was it described? They said pure joy They said it's bonafide They found pure joy Now the waiter's serving grapes plucked from a vineyard on the moon Two thousand dollars that I paid for an exclusive taste of truth Convinced by what they advertise I raise my glass into the air With such a curious fragrance how much could common things compare? How is this to be described? Is this pure joy? Is there a word, can you describe this thing, pure joy? The fabric of the universe Not laws but layers to unfold Another blanket made of anguish Will not protect me from the cold I feel the urge to run away It crystalizes and takes hold And it's then I realize to use the pain for a foothold How is this to be described If not pure joy There are no words, you can't deny This is pure joy I know I've felt it before Or heard it hummed inside a tune I only see it looking back Feels like it always ends too soon What did I sacrifice this time What have I overpaid to find When will I find the answers They dance ahead of me in time It isn't the pain that scares me I could live with that for years It's the moments i feel nothing those are the moments that I fear How is this to be described If not pure joy There are no words, where can I find...? Is there pure joy?