The bloodless toil The endless foil You'll never see your home again Everytime you dial that phone It rings like it's got no end Life, what precious moments Like a flood that you can't reverse Oh life of precious moments And it's only getting worse The mud-filled cracks Of rutted tracks You'll never see your mother again Everytime you dig that grave Why do you bother trying to fill it in? Oh, life, what precious moments Like a flood that you can't reverse Oh, life, what precious moments And it's only getting worse I hate to see what trials can be Expected of the ordinary Before you can recoil in horror You'll discover life is life's destroyer Oh, life, what precious moments Like a flood that you can't reverse Oh, life, what precious moments And it's only getting worse I hate to see what trials can be Expected of the ordinary We've all got some blood for brothers Why do we never share with others Sisters pure -- the vein is sure You'll never hear music again That's enough, that's enough, that's enough, oh that's enough Of life, what precious moments Like a flood that you can't reverse Oh, life, what precious moments And it's only getting worse Don't waste your time -- I can't hear you Don't waste your time -- I can't hear you Don't waste your time -- I can't hear you Don't waste your time -- I can't hear you...