The bells again... someone has died   The bells of the end told to remind   that life´s but a race against time      At your back youl´ll always hear   The Chariot o Time hurrying near   The faster you run the closer it comes   A pursuer you can not outrun      Hear these words I say:   -Make the most out of your day   For brief is the light on our way   On this momentary trail      Hear these words, awake:   -Make the most out of your day   For brief is the time, so brief is the time   that we´re allowed to stay      The bells again... whose turn this time?   To reach the end, yours or mine?   Each funeral just makes us realize   that life´s but a series of goodbyes      Hear these words I say:   -Make the most out of your day   For brief is the light on our way   On this momentary trail      [too late]      Hear these words I say:   -Make the most out of your day   For brief is the light on our way   On this momentary trail      Hear these words, awake:   -Make the most out of your day   For brief is the time, so brief is the time   that we´re allowed to stay      Life passes by, melts away, like snow in the spring   We all are blind to the running of time