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Sometimes I don't want to face life
Sometimes I feel empty inside
But every moment is precious
And everyone will turn to dust

Dust myself up and I scream at the sky
It's been so hard but I can't let it die
Turn my head up looking at the stars
So many years I still wonder where you are
Dust myself up and I scream at the sky
It’s been so hard and I ask myself why?
Turn my head up looking at the sun
Waited so long it's time to move on, move on

Look at the sun
Look at the sky
Another day, another sign
And every moment is precious
And everything will turn to dust

Dust myself up and I scream at the sky
It's been so hard but I can't let it die
Turn my head up looking at the stars
So many years I still wonder where you are?
(And every moment is precious)
Dust myself up and I scream at the sky
Every day I ask myself why
So much pain pouring from inside
(And everything will turn to dust)
Above me I feel the spirit fly
(And every moment is precious)
(And everything will turn to dust)

These strings are so intensive.
They sound so; you know my fingers against [bad word] cut (Hurts?)
They are like razorblades, it like cuts, so many cuts.