Living, I'm still breathing
Through the love that I'm giving
For-giving is receiving
Our own fates we are weaving
When I look at you
I sense what's there of me
Step away from the sun
Show me what's left to see
Seeing is not believing
Looks are often deceiving
Lying is just denying
Drying the rivers I am crying
When I look at you
I feel what's there of me
Step away from the sun
Show me what's left to see
And I am going down, I'm going down, down, down...
