→→→→→It doesn't matter←←←←←
             What                       you
           Do in                            life
          And                 ­              death
         And       inbetween        them;
         At            the end             of the
          Day       the wheels        keep
           On                                 going
           Round                         and
               So the                wheels
                  Just keep turning.

Lifelines spiral past the unwary conformist
conforming to a type they read of in the papers
and now preaching someone else's mind as gospel
while their own was lost so long ago in an ocean of stereotypical.

We met so often in the silent spaces
where words had run their course

and the echo of love held us close
while all the World was looking on

we met so often in the silent spaces
where volumes could be written

and we listen to loves eternal echo
while all the World is looking on.