Your life is a scratched record.
The pound of your heart is skipping song and song.
Everything will be alright tonight.
The lyrics won't lie too long.
You can breath if only you try.
Life can't be over yet.
But we're all still willing to die.
You can open your eyes.
But still you'll be blind.
You can forget it all, or don't leave it behind.
You are longing for love, it's longing too long.
But then again, your life is only a skipping song.