Her mother falls
It clears a path for beechwood daughters
Growing fast to sunlight, survival and death
We feel the generations pass
Fourteen on the window ledge
We're rained out in Queenstown again

To live is to die over and over and over again
Over and over and over again
To live is to die over and over and over again
Over and over and over again

You lock the door, I lie for you
Forgiveness is the heart of truth
I miss you, I mean it, I'm sorry I was wrong
Don't hurry back, our friends can wait
It's always hard on holidays
You'll get there, the good things take time

To live is to die over and over and over again
Over and over and over again
To live is to die over and over and over again
Over and over and over again

To live is to die
To live is to die