It might be true It might be easier for me, if not, for you I might be free To live a life of some prolonged tranquillity Alone with my thoughts My mind can do its wandering A bed to die in Did you really want To live a life every day like the last? To make a trade Of future promise for a hopeless past Forget what you know Afraid of what you want the most A living ghost Every day like the last Every day like the last Every day like the last Every day like the last