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 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 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.