Lyrics:

We spend our whole lives trying to stop death.
Eating, inventing, loving, praying, fighting, killing.
But what do we really know about death?
Just that nobody comes back.
But there comes a point in life - a moment -
when your mind outlives its desires, its obsessions,
when your habits survive your dreams, and when your losses...
Maybe death is a gift.
You wonder.

I heard your name the other day
And it cut me like a blade
I guess that time cannot heal every wound
Some memories never fade

I wish that we could just get back in line
And pick up where we left off
But once you lose your grip on time
You blink, and then it's gone

I thought these tears were gone
Now look what you have done
A moment out of time
When you left me behind

living by your wants will never make you happy,
because in the end, the only way that we can
measure the significance of our own lives is
by valuing the lives of others.

I feel like I could drown
Get lost and never found
I'm drifting out to sea
Why have you forsaken me?

I don't recall all the roads I took
Or the streets that I have roamed
But I'd trade them all for just another look
At the faces I once called home

All the years it took to build these walls
Stone by stone and brick by brick
Could not prepare me for the fall
Or the pain that I'd inflict