Life is too short
To stay alive
The best place to listen
To the crashing sound
Is beneath the waves
Among the hollow husks
And the golden fingers
Of the blissful dead
Life is too short
To stay alive
To pretend to own it
And stay struggling
In the dark
Alone
The best place to listen
To the inner voices
Is the deepest corner of the night
Beneath the red light
Of the drunken street lights
On the hunting grounds of the empty eye
Too short
Too bold
Life is too rough
To tame it and pretend it's nice
A fleeting dream,
This life is to short
To embrace it and call it mine
So far from death
So far from night