The night is still, but my heart is fast
When I get there I'll be trapped.
I don't wanna see what's behind these eyes.
I don't wanna see what's behind these eyes tonight.
It's all in front of me,
Living, breathing, dreaming, dying.
Why are we so concerned with endings?
We can be happy for a while,
Now when I close my eyes I envy,
Anyone who feels alright.
It's all in front of me,
Living, breathing, dreaming, dying.