Lyrics:

Once it's life's fortunate, isn't this so?
The unreflected feeling of a shortened flattened soul
The life that cuts the cold now is in your past
In our memories we don't have much to say
We don't have much to say
We don't have much

Follow anybody, is that what you do?
Maybe it transfits, done something else to do

Now we know what we'll be in the past
Another story
Another life that's left
Another life that's left