The Dear Hunter. Life And Death. Zeneszám

When we dance it looks just like fire
When we sing it sounds the same tone
We all have hopes, we all have homes
But when we die, we die alone

Oh, what a mess, as everything descends
Oh, what a mess, but everything amends

Such it was so long ago
We always tried but failed
And now with new found consciousness
We stand here waiting
To die

Oh, what a mess, as everything descends
Oh, what a mess, but everything amends

But one of these days he will learn to love again
One of these days he will learn to love again
One of these days he will learn to love again
One of these days he will learn to love

When we dance it looks just like fire
When we sing it sounds the same tone
We all have hopes, we all have homes
But when we die, we die alone
When we die, we die

(Thanks to Sergio for these lyrics)