A Ghostly finger points upon the time in which you stand
If not for that the grass would grow alone, in fields of sand
Which melts from heat your body sends with love from you to me
And cries its tasteless tears for them and all the World to see

​The early evening Sun, with blood red light, sinks to the sea
In which life seeks to live in peace devoid of misery
As stars ten billion miles away shine faintly in the sky
They Live For Today, for tomorrow they die

​An ocean filled with water cannot know which way to turn
Living life so endlessly, the Sun will only burn
And life will shrivel in belief that nothing can go wrong
Live For Today and you will find
Tomorrow will be gone