a call on the line
a voice stutters
our friend is gone, closed his weak eyes
i’m all alone

what can be done when this time does come?
harden your heart and cry

these empty streets where we are fugitives
from rotten luck, from borrowed time
injustice is real

a shaft of light shined this soul of his
brightened his face a moment of bliss

meanwhile (we’ll live to rue it)
these melodies morose (this dirgeful moment)
we hum (we’ll live to rue it)
plod forth in dismal (this dirgeful moment)
shells of still flesh daunt our anguished mind
we saunter silently
emotions do hurt and then hurt does break
and me, i won’t break

these empty streets where we are fugitives
from rotten luck, from borrowed time
injustice is real


a shaft of light shined this soul of his
brightened his face a moment of bliss

meanwhile (we’ll live to rue it)
we cling to wishes (this dirgeful moment)
can’t cancel (we’ll live to rue it)
the hour that’ll come (this dirgeful moment)
gather a bunch of chrysanthemums
this silent mourning
that’s deep in our heart and drills deeper
we live this borrowed time

meanwhile (we’ll live to rue it)
we cling to wishes (this dirgeful moment)
can’t cancel (we’ll live to rue it)
the hour that’ll come (this dirgeful moment)
gather a bunch of chrysanthemums
this silent mourning
that’s deep in our heart and drills deeper
we live this borrowed time

we live this borrowed time