As I walked along,
the supposed golden path,
I was confronted,
by mysterious spectres.
they pointed to the graveyard,
over on yonder hill.

I paused in cosmic reflection,
confused and wondering,
of how I came to die.

Hmmm..
I was confused.
For if I was dead,
how and why,
did I die?

But I composed myself.
And decided I should face it

But I stood paralyzed,

How does it feel like, to wake up in the sun?
How does it feel like, to shine on everyone?
How does it feel like, to let forever be?
How does it feel like, to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter?
The stream of sympathy...
How does it feel like, to sail in on the breeze?
How does it feel like, to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter?
The stream of sympathy...