Sometimes we fall down and can’t get back up
we’re hiding behind skin that’s too tough
how come we don’t say I love you enough
till it’s to late, it’s not too late
Our hearts are hungry for a food that won’t come
we could make a feast from these crumbs
and we’re all staring down the barrel of a gun
so if your life flashed before you
what would you wish you would’ve done
Yeah… gotta start
lookin at the hand of the time we’ve been given here
this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it
every second counts on a clock that’s tickin’
gotta live like we’re dying
We only got
86 400 seconds in a day to
turn it all around or throw it all away
we gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em
while we got the chance to say
gotta live like we’re dying
And if your plane fell out of the skies
who would you call with your last goodbyes
should be so careful who we live out our lives
so when we long for absolution
there’ll no one on the line
Yeah… gotta start
