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 organized patterns of chaos
Over the chaotic organizations 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