The bells again... someone has died

The bells of the end told to remind

that life´s but a race against time



At your back youl´ll always hear

The Chariot o Time hurrying near

A pursuer you can not outrun



Hear these words I say:

-Make the most out of your day

For brief is the light on our way

On this momentary trail



Hear these words, awake:

-Make the most out of your day

For brief is the time, so brief is the time

that we´re allowed to stay



The bells again... whose turn this time?

To reach the end, yours or mine?

Each funeral just makes us realize

that life´s but a series of goodbyes



Hear these words I say:

-Make the most out of your day

For brief is the light on our way

On this momentary trail



[too late]



Hear these words I say:

-Make the most out of your day

For brief is the light on our way

On this momentary trail



Hear these words, awake:

-Make the most out of your day

For brief is the time, so brief is the time

that we´re allowed to stay



Life passes by, melts away, like snow in the spring

We all are blind to the running of time