Well I know it's wrong And I know it's selfish It's such a short life There's so little time You see this pattern A patchwork without any direction All cobbled together In odd shape and size Take my hand now We'll go through this mess together But my hands are sweating You somehow slip away I tried to phone you No need to shout, now I tried to love But never looked that hard 'Cos this blues is a swirling ocean The green, my ambition Red is the passion There's a lot of red There's a lot of red, oh... Such a short life It's such a short life Yeah...
