“WHILST I’M ALIVE” 25 September 2003

Cold Sunday Morning –
In last nights clothes
Can you feel my shallow breathing
Somewhere nobody knows
Staying silent
Quiet as the lonely night
And all I know is how to live and die

People who love money
Will always be loved
Only for their money
But the people who love people
Will be loved by people
When the money’s gone

And this could be love
And I am one of the dead
And the dead know only one thing
It is better to be alive

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