Life as I see it
Is like an unwrote song
You're the composer
Who can do no wrong

Choose the time
Slow or fast
But remember to rest
And make it last.

Notes on the staff
Are words in our book
Of thoughts that we've had
Every glance that we've took

Every measure counts
As a deep and desparate chapter
Of love or hate
Or of desire's capture

In the key of C
We all shall live
Everything is natural
Even the jelousy we give.

We may live our lives leading the rest
Or live by another's quote
But one thing we can not change
Is our own very last note.