Looking, staring, at the sun tomorrow
Still waiting, for the life that was delayed
I've gotten used to it.
Life is a mixture of silence and loneliness.
What a dreary homework.
As we walk by the still river.
Screaming for help with no help available
Finally figuring out
Having to choose between dejection and disappointment
The wind tonight is colourless.
Such is my life
The descending sun and the crying sea
Retreating forever
Oh.
Such is my life