What would you do with one hundred days?
Just for you to please and play.
Would you do all the things you've never done?
Would you actually be able to have some fun?
Would you?
What would you do with one hundred days?
Would you let them all just fade away?
Or would you visit all the places you've never been?
Would you see all the things you've never seen?
Would you?
Or is it not enough?
Would you live thinking of the end?
Or is it too much?
Would you wait too long and then regret?
The grass is always greener,
The fruit is always sweeter,
Someone else is always the winner.
Your happiness makes me feel bitter.
But,
We are,
We are,
We are alive,
And
That's all,
That's all
That matters tonight.
What would you do with one hundred days?
Would you leave it all behind and fly away?
Would visit all your friends? Put all your wrongs to mend?
Go home and tell them you love them until the end?
Would you?
Or is it not enough?
Would the fear of the present taunt your future?
Or is it too much?
Would the nostalgia of the past haunt your present?
When
We are,
We are,
We are alive,
And
That's all,
That's all
That matters tonight.
The grass is always greener when you're not looking at yourself.
The fruit is always sweeter before you remove it from the shelf.
Someone else is always the winner.
Why does my happiness make you feel bitter?
When
We are,
We are,
We are alive,
And
That's all,
That's all
That matters tonight.
We are,
We are,
We are alive,
And
That's all,
That's all
That matters tonight.