[0:37]I'm standing on the misty beach. The water's cold and dark and deep. Oh, I miss the ease and laughter. It's all so far away. I'm all alone with no one around. And when my head is down, I see a hole in my chest. And the plastic bag where I keep my heart and leave it bleeding. I'm waiting, still I'm waiting. And the sun is going up and down. Oh, no, this life could be so much better. Nothing's wasted, it's created. And the sand is running through my hands. Oh, no, this life could be so much better.
[1:50]I'm the loneliest person in the world. The last to leave the Earth. I've lost all my feelings, all my senses are numb, and I'm sinking in the sand. I must unplace the violin. Set my fingers on the rusty strings that I have to play. Eternally for those who passed away. I'm waiting, still I'm waiting. And the sun is going up and down. Oh, no, this life could be so much better. Nothing's wasted, it's created, and the sand is running through my hands. Oh no, this life could be so much better.
[2:58]This life could be so much. This life could be so much.
[3:13]This life could be so much. This life could be so much better. This life could be so much better.
[3:37]This life could be so much better.
