There was so much life! There was so much life! But I wanted to die (I hated my toil 'cause I could always say "so what?")
I couldn't see how to grasp that flower, every time my hands touched it, it began to wither
The moonlight picked a spot to shine to pull the earth hither, but it could not detach a blossom from the dark of my desires
I thirsted for that wine of joy, I pulled the cork -a trigger- it didn't deliver, instead it ricocheted I sat and watched the bottle shatter
I'm trying to find something that I cannot find, I'm trying to find something I cannot find.
My heart started thumping, but it left me behind.

There was so much life! There was so much life! But I fell asleep (you should never sleep because there is so much to find out)
I hated my toil 'cause I could always say: "so what?"
If I do or if I don't, it doesn't matter much
Everything is wearisome, man cannot explain
took the road less travelled it was pretty much the same
Hours of boredom and wondering why
wishing I was some place else, too weak to cry
Worked myself up saying it's good to be alive
but in the end though wise or fool everybody dies
While we're here the days go back and forth between chaotic stress and nothingness feelings of vanity
Even walking with my Lord joy's home
The distance is more obvious, I most feel alone.

The hours they have nothing to give
nevertheless we must live
the hours they have no guarantee
this applies to everything.

There was so much life! There was so much life!