How's it going to turn out this time?This is going to be the song about life, death and all that is great.This is going to be the song about life, death and all that is great.But the song was made at night, and the thoughts didn't lastBecause at night you're supposed to sleep, and the mind is supposed to be freeI'm so glad that you're here, and that your mouth is warmI'm going to lie down against your armI'm going to sing about the mistakes in the world, about war and miseryAbout how we should continue to embrace injusticeI'm going to sing about how we should wake up, in a simple harmonyBut in time, with the hours towards the morning, the song loses its ideologyI'm so glad that you're here, and that your mouth is warmI'm going to lie down against your armI'm going to listen to the rhythm of calm heartbeatsI'm going to lie down against your armWhen the song is stuck, you have to focus on a simple melodyThen a sentence with meaning comes out between the notesI'm so glad that you're here, and that your mouth is warmI'm going to lie down against your armI'm so glad that you're here, and that your mouth is warmAnd right now, life is going to lie down against your armI'm so glad that you're here, and that your mouth is warmI'm so glad that you're here, and that your mouth is warm