Outside with mother nature
We're miles and miles from home
A reminder of what lies ahead
Trickles through the telephone
Yeah it's everywhere around us
But we never stop to think
That at any point this time could end
And we're always on the brink
It makes a perfect circle
One that lies in our respects
We could never understand it
But it isn't life or death
No it isn't life or death
Now somewhere in the city
It keeps calling through the storms
A response that's left for sheltered lives
And the time we choose to mourn
But through all our hesitations
Made for what's been done before
In measured time for a resting place
When we always want some more
It makes a perfect circle
One that lies in our respects
We could never understand it
But it isn't life or death
No it isn't life or death
Afterlifes and blinded eyes
There's no one here who knows
With borrowed time we'll all rewind
Erased and then let go
It makes a perfect circle
One that lies in our respects
But it isn't life or death
It isn't life or death
Nothing left to mention
Though it's hard now to digest
But it isn't life or death
It isn't life or death
Somewhere in the city
It keeps calling through the storms
A response that's left for sheltered lives
When there's no time left to mourn
There's no time left to mourn