[Verse 1]
Once it's life's fortunate, isn't this so
The unreflected feeling
Of a shortened, flattened soul
The life that cuts the cold now is in your past
In our memories, we don't have much to say
We don't have much to say
We don't have much

[Verse 2]
Follow anybody, is that what you do?
Maybe it transfits to don something else to do
Now we know what we'll be in the past
Another story
Another life that's left
Another life that's left