One these days you’ll be under the covers you’ll be under the table and you’ll realize all of your days are numbered; of them one to one hundred. All of them millions. All of them trillions. So what are you gonna do with them all? You can not trade them in for mall. no no
1: Take every you know that you own them. It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you.
Give me a reason to fight the feeling that there’s nothing for me. Cause none of its easy, I know it wasn’t meant to be. I know it’s all up to me x2. what am I gonna do with my time? oh
Chorus 2: Ill every moment, I know that I own them. It’s all up to you to do whatever you choose.
Chorus 3: Live like you’re dying and never stop It’s all you can do, use what’s been given to you.
All of the moments you didn’t notice; gone in blink of an eye. All of the feelings you couldn’t feel no matter how try. oh oh