• Living our life
    In the design
    Choosing a wife
    Without your choice of mind

    No free will
    Never made a spill
    Everything was in order
    Everything had its own border

    Looking but not seeing
    Thinking but not believing
    There's no art of being
    It's our time to be leaving

    It's our eternal bleeding
    We beg, it's our pleading
    To cease to live tomorrow
    We're forced to be in endless sorrow

    To live over and over again
    We need our guardian angels
    To help us regain and mend
    Our spilling heart, it's too painful

    The only thing to keep you going
    Was your love
    It was sweetly and softly flowing
    Sweeter than a dove,
    Because in the end, all you have is love