The days fall like rain, on we fools and thieves I stand at the cliff's edge, mocked by the sea The memories of lost loves, or that never will be With the turn of the tide, or the turn of the key Some are brave, some are scared But all face the fangs that are bared Some are foolish, some are wise But all are kissed, kissed by the scythe The lost rise from the fields, walk into the trees Above their sighs, the Earth slowly breathes Whatever we do - whatever we say Like leaves on the wind, we are lost and decayed Some are brave, some are scared But all face the fangs that are bared Some are foolish, some are wise But all are kissed, kissed by the scythe