Life – Voltaire

Raise aching hands to weary skies
Tired bones on suffered ground
All of this I wish that I
Didn’t let wear me down
Down, down
Down, down, down
Down

Rest tortured bones in walls of pine
A resting place for all of time
But I don’t want to leave behind
The sweetly fragrant mist of life
Life, life
Life, life, life
Life

Quiet spilling pale moon light
Casts across upon your smile
As sleeping in my arms you lie
Peaceful in your dreams tonight
Night, night
Night, night, night
Night