The stumbling feet they stagger predestined
Of tragedy's lessons not learned
The rhythm of, the beating of
As some caught in narrows would say
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
The beating of hearts set walls to trembling
Our shimmering island it turns
The sirens have long given way
We all end up wild eyed and crazed
Reflections of horror invade
Whispering secrets told in the crashing waves
Fragile as ships as we pass through Gibraltar
Running and falling relinquish your venom
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
Misguided roses, we bloom in October
And from that madness most jaded of vision
How little we look at what we see clearly
The rhythm of, the beating of
The antidote surely will cause your affliction to fade
The rhythm of life is not so demanding
Sleeping through classes, we'll make it up later
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
There's still so much time left to go
'Merging triumphant in time for the season's first snow
Dark as the murky graveyard of sailors
The power of silence persuades
The rhythm of life, how little we know of the
How little we know of what we are blessed with
