| Free flight to a field of happenstance.and the air is cold* | |
| Clutch tight to the appetite for the starving | |
| Hesitations soul. | |
| Another flight to the bluest skies, maybe | |
| I could just electrify. | |
| To warm up a little happenstance to light my revolution on fire! | |
| Live, and | |
| Live Again | |
| Grass to plant to tree | |
| Live and Live | |
| AgainCaterpillar to wings. | |
| I did, I am, | |
| I will Live | |
| AgainI did, | |
| I am, I will | |
| Live Again! | |
| It's the rise, it's the high noon, it's the sunset | |
| It's the tide, when the moonlights beaming just right. | |
| It's the rise, it's the high noon, it's the sunset | |
| It's the side of a mountain, with a cloud ride | |
| Live and Live | |
| AgainGrass to plant to tree | |
| Live and Live | |
| AgainCaterpillar to wings | |
| I did, I am, | |
| I will Live | |
| Again!I did | |
| I am I will | |
| Live Again! |