Lyric

Working through the day, I make a song

Somehow I sing it along

Passersby drift past

In the middle of the trash, the melody floats

I ask myself quietly

Are all these people really happy?

I hum to myself

Is everyone here really happy?

Those who are happy

Surely cannot hear this song

Happiness, it seems

Doesn’t exist anywhere at all

No song made to sell

No song made to please

On the endless pie of life, people multiply

One by one they fall off the edge

Is it me? Is it you?

No one can say

Sooner or later, either way

It won’t be wrong

If I go first

I’ll make a place for us there

If you go first

Please, just smile when you’re there

A song that makes the Reaper laugh

I don’t mind being mocked

I’ll keep living

At least until I can still play my guitar

A song that fools God

I don’t mind being judged

I’ll keep making it

At least until my voice fades away

I will sing

In a beautiful city built on sorrow

I will sing

A requiem rubbed raw with a sad voice

I will sing

I will sing