What's the hurry to die without trying?
(Sell your worries)
That as sure as the candle burns
If you could sell your worries
Open your mind and feel the glory
Every soul must return
Through every pore of your body, it goes
Would anyone buy 'em? Oh no
Every soul must return
And as sure as this candle burns
From out of the light there comes a story
And for every flower that grows
And in a light too bright to be hold
Into the light, into the light
Is a truth more shiny than gold
Through a door that's deep in your soul
Even a baby knows