To be honest is to be alive,
We see the morning in the stars in the sky.
At the end… life drifts further from me,
Where could I be?
I’m standing still at the edge of the sea,
And I leave the Earth… a key.

When we lay down beneath the tree,
Above the green grass, wild and free.
A thousand zeroes spin in the air,
And all I could feel…
was the weight of despair.
I can be sorry — and I am,
Falling toward you, like time through sand.

Lies fall to me — so stay with me.
Can’t you see?
That our death… is meant to be.
Not an ending, not goodbye,
But a truth that waits beyond the sky.