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

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