| Lyrics: | Life is a story,
Go ahead and find your sight.
Life is your glory,
Go ahead and
live the night.
But to live means to be here,
In the present, now,
Do you try
to bow for the gift of your day,
Then you cede to the morning sun.
Pretending that
we live doesn't make us alive.
Life is a story,
Go ahead and find your
sight.
But to live means to be here,
In the present, now,
Do you try to bow for
the gift of your day,
Then you cede to the morning sun.
Pretending that we see
doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.
What is it
that makes us lose sight,
True sight, of what is real and essential?
I'll take organised
patterns of chaos
Over the chaotic organisations of man, any day.
Pretending that we
see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us
alive.
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live
doesn't make us alive.
The patterns in the carpet do add up though,
You don't have
to count.
The patterns in the carpet do add up though,
You don't have to count. |
