REASON TO LIVE

Cryptic, claws of the season

Grip like the sun with a glare

Blinding bend the horizon

Helmsman chart me through the despair

Live

I think I want to live

Give

There's nothing left to give

Bos'n, squall she is comin

Set us a break from the quay

Latitude where the horse is swimming

My spirit will jump in the wake

Live

I think I want to live

Give

There's nothing left to give

We must scour the world for a sign

And a reason to live

The motive's hard to find…