But to live means to be here In the present, now Do you try to bow for the gift of your day Then you cede to the morning sun Sun
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
Life is a story Go ahead and find your sight
But to live means to be here In the present, now Do you try to bow for the gift of your day Then you cede to the morning sun Sun
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
What is it that makes us lose sight True sight of what is real and essential? I'll take organised patterns of chaos Over the chaotic organisations of man, any day
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
(Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight) The patterns in the carpet do add up though You don't have to count
(Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive) The patterns in the carpet do add up though You don't have to lie