When we reach the end of our lives,
How many smiles will we see before us?
Will we be able to endure those times
When loneliness arrives again and again?
The net of time: On nights you wish you could escape
The net of time: Slipping your way through, you can go above and beyond
This splendid life is traveled aimlessly, all alone
The correct answers we sought were carried away by the wind
Even our troubles will serve to quench our thirst
We walk on through this frantic life, which way does tomorrow lie?
Even if we survive to the end, will anything have changed?
We won’t know unless we make it there
How many smiles shall we prepare for those times
When bitterness arrives without warning?
The net of time: Don’t rush the answer
The net of time: Accessing the potential of all things finite
This splendid life is traveled aimlessly, all alone
The correct answers we sought were left behind by the birds
Even our troubles will serve as proof we have lived
So laugh aloud for this frantic life, which way does tomorrow lie?
We never know when the timer on this life will run out!
Is the torch lit by the flame of your passion still burning bright?
Drenched by the rain, enduring the wind, we’re all together in being alone
And all it takes is one phrase from you to turn our trials into smiles
This splendid life is traveled aimlessly, all alone
The correct answers we’ve gathered flow within our blood
If we could afford a life without troubles, living would taste so bland!
This frantic life goes on and on, which way does tomorrow lie?
I’m over here. You’re over there?
Then I’ll be here, and you’ll be there. Everyone is all alone.