We only have so many days and words.
To count them all may take all of our time.
Keep and carry your heart like sheep in herds.
For your heart reveals your love and your crimes.

Chase my heart, my words, in ten syllables.
To carry with us the weight of all grief
Burn my past, null my mind, I’m miserable
Try finding home or some sort of relief.

How should I say that I’d like to go young
People are saving to live past their pain.
When all love is gone and all songs been sung
Let’s meet in heaven and sip nice champagne.

Now off with my head as the sky turns black,
This time here we spent can never come back.