Life is a story
Go ahead and find your sight

Life is your glory
Go ahead and live the night

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 [bad word] 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