Song For Living

Song For Living (aka The Dust Temple)

Wild garlic grows along the shaded path

Fills the air with its scent upon the draught

And I'm standing here as the sunlight streams

But the walkie-talkie calls me back from my dreams

Still, every day above ground is a good day

And every little victory should be celebrated in some way

Even if it's just quietly to yourself

Can't always broadcast it to everybody else

It's just one small push before the big one

Until I have nothing left to give

Spent all my time and there is nothing I would die for

But there is nothing for which I'd live

One more push and then it gives

With every breath and crack of bones

With every step and labour, every conquered goal

I'm slowly dying but I'm not ready

The minutes tick, the minutes tick, soft and steady

It's just one small push before the big one

Until I have nothing left to give

Spent all my time and there is nothing I would die for

But there is nothing for which I'd live

One more push and then it gives

Who is that man there, exercising his voice

He is preaching to the choir

And the choir is deaf by choice

It's just one small push before the big one

Until I have nothing left to give

Spent all my time and there is nothing I would die for

But there is nothing for which I'd live

It's just one small push before the big one

Until I have nothing left to give

Spent all my time and there is nothing I would die for

But there is nothing for which I'd live

One more push and then it gives

One more push and then it gives