Life is a storynGo ahead and find your sightnnLife is your glorynGo ahead and live the nightnnBut to live means to be herenIn the present nownDo try to bow for the gift of your daynThen you cede to the morning sunnnPretending that we live doesn´t make us alivenLife is a storynGo ahead and find your sightnnBut to live means to be herenIn the present nownDo try to bow for the gift of your daynThen you cede to the morning sunnnPretending that we see doesn´t give us the sightnPretending that we live doesn´t make us alivennWhat is it that makes us lose sightnTrue sight, of what is real and essentialnI´ll take organized patterns of chaosnOver the chaotic organizations of man, any daynnPretending that we see doesn´t give us the sightnPretending that we live doesn´t make us alivenPretending that we see doesn´t give us the sightnPretending that we live doesn´t make us alive