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 try to bow for the gift of your day Then you cede to the morning sunPretending that we live doesn't make us aliveLife is a story, go ahead and find your sight But to live means to be here, in the present now Do try to bow for the gift of your day Then you cede to the morning sunPretending that we see doesn't give us the sight Pretending that we live doesn't make us aliveWhat 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 Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.The patterns in the carpet do add up though, You don't have to count.The patterns in the carpet do add up though, You don't have to count.
