The bells again…someone has died
The bells of the end toll to remind
that life´s but a race against time
At your back you´ll always hear
The Chariot of Time hurrying near
The faster you run the closer it comes
A pursuer you can not outrun
Hear these words I say:
– Make the most out of your day
For brief is the light on our way
On this momentary trail
Hear these words, awake:
– Make the most out of your day
For brief is the light, so brief is the time
that we´re allowed to stay
The bells again…whose turn this time?
To reach the end, yours or mine?
Each funeral just makes us realize
that life´s but a series of goodbyes
Hear these words I say:
– Make the most out of your day
For brief is the light on our way
On this momentary trail
(too late)
Hear these words I say:
– Make the most out of your day
For brief is the light on our way
On this momentary trail
Hear these words, awake:
– Make the most out of your day
For brief is the light, so brief is the time
that we´re allowed to stay
Life passes by, melts away like snow in the spring
We all are blind to the running of time