Precious the fool
Blessed the hand
For the wise to understand
Every day is but a wave upon the sand
Who made the spark
Feeding the dark
In the dungeon of the heart
Who let us go
When all that we know is to pretend
Who made the chains
Gave us a name
In such an ordinary way
I'm failing in confidence
In all defense of strife
Who was this king
Burdened to bring
Such a temporary thing
To the extraordinary ordinary life
And the stars will fall
All fall from the sky
And the moon to red
Christened by the night
Got to be strong
To trample on the other side
May you live long
And your defense not be denied
Who can restrain
Who can obtain
Such an ordinary thing
I feel that I fail a test
That never rest the fight
Who was this king
Burdened to bring
Such a temporary thing
To the extraordinary ordinary life
For the extraordinary ordinary life