too many people are dead
nothing left in the head
saying the same thing a thousand times
staid activity in their melted minds

i have been trying for so long now
to permanently catch your gaze
i have only ever been a nearly man
but thanks anyway, for these wonderful days

you are everything
simply the most precious thing
i mean it all
you mean it all

what keeps you going?
what keeps the demons from your night
being hurtful in your head
as you lie restlessly in your bed
why do i hope when i know it is lost

i was inspired but tired
feeling a little beat
i was left to fend for myself
and wander the streets

you have got to give
you have got to live
it is all day and all night
that we live our life

would you believe it?
would you credit it?
please believe
would you chance it –
with me?

everyday of our lives we live
so much to do, so much to give
everyday of the world spins slowly away