How long did we all think this all would last?

Who could have counted days as they flew past?

But before we go, sing us a song.

Sing us a song to hum through the hours of dying.



Who would have though it´d come as such a show?

A pink and silver day... who was to know?


Even as we go, sing us a song.

Sing us a song, to hum through the hours of dying.