The days fall like rain, on we fools and thieves
I stand at the cliff's edge, mocked by the sea
The memories of lost loves, or that never will be
With the turn of the tide, or the turn of the key
Some are brave, some are scared
But all face the fangs that are bared
Some are foolish, some are wise
But all are kissed, kissed by the scythe
The lost rise from the fields, walk into the trees
Above their sighs, the Earth slowly breathes
Whatever we do - whatever we say
Like leaves on the wind, we are lost and decayed
Some are brave, some are scared
But all face the fangs that are bared
Some are foolish, some are wise
But all are kissed, kissed by the scythe
I stand at the cliff's edge, mocked by the sea
The memories of lost loves, or that never will be
With the turn of the tide, or the turn of the key
Some are brave, some are scared
But all face the fangs that are bared
Some are foolish, some are wise
But all are kissed, kissed by the scythe
The lost rise from the fields, walk into the trees
Above their sighs, the Earth slowly breathes
Whatever we do - whatever we say
Like leaves on the wind, we are lost and decayed
Some are brave, some are scared
But all face the fangs that are bared
Some are foolish, some are wise
But all are kissed, kissed by the scythe