Loss Of Life

You can sail off the edges of the earth

Greet the workers of the universe

Still nothing prepares you for loss of life

At the table, undressing cosmic knots

What remains of disconnected dots?

Who knows how the painting will look in the morning

When the day is born and life is ending?

But it's neither created nor destroyed

There's a way to quiet all the noise

'Cause it's only a different kind of gain

Even if your color fades away

When the world is born and life is ending

Then you learn to love your loss of life

When that moment comes and life is over

Anyone can love, anyone can love