Brief Is the Light

The bells again... someone has died
The bells of the end told to remind
that life´s but a race against time

At your back youl´ll always hear
The Chariot o Time hurrying near
A pursuer you can not outrun

Hear these words I say:
-Make the most out of your day
For brief is the light on our way
On this momentary trail

Hear these words, awake:
-Make the most out of your day
For brief is the time, so brief is the time
that we´re allowed to stay

The bells again... whose turn this time?
To reach the end, yours or mine?
Each funeral just makes us realize
that life´s but a series of goodbyes

Hear these words I say:
-Make the most out of your day
For brief is the light on our way
On this momentary trail

[too late]

Hear these words I say:
-Make the most out of your day
For brief is the light on our way
On this momentary trail

Hear these words, awake:
-Make the most out of your day
For brief is the time, so brief is the time
that we´re allowed to stay

Life passes by, melts away, like snow in the spring
We all are blind to the running of time