Illalogical Spoon (The)

The Hours
There was so much life! There was so much life! But I wanted to die (i hated my toil cause I could always say "so what?")I couldn't see how to grasp that flower, every time my hands touched it, it began to witherThe moonlight picked a spot to shine to pull the earth hither, but it could not detach a blossom from the dark of my desiresI thirsted for that wine of joy, I pulled the cork -a trigger- it didn't deliver, instead it ricocheted i sat and watched the bottle shatterI'm trying to find something that I cannot find, I'm trying to find something I cannot findMy heart started thumping, but it left me behind.There was so much life! There was so much life! But I fell asleep (you should never sleep because there is so much to find out)I hated my toil cause I could always say: "so what?"If I do or if I don't it doesn't matter muchEverything is wearisome, man cannot explaintook the road less traveled it was pretty much the sameHouse of boredom and wondering whywishing I was someplace else, too weak to cryWorked myself up saying it's good to be alivebut in the end though wise or fool everybody diesWhile were here the days go back and forth between chaotic stress and nothingness feelings of vanityEven walking with my Lord joy's homeThe distance is more obvious I most feel alone.The hours they have nothing to givenever the less we must livethe hours they have no guaranteethis applies to everything.There was so much life! There was so much life! Aus Songtexte Mania