If I live another thousand years I can give you chance of paying a bit Summer brease hits the face of a dying kid Somewhere in this town, people toasting and cheers Crying angels lie next to your bed There's a thin line between life and death Your enclosure Your conclusion few really care Just a few, really care Hold, hold my hand We walk thru a ghost town It seems no one really cares You carry this burden by your own Somewhere in this town Celebrating You are supposed to save lives And you just don't care Summer brease hits the face of a dying kid Nevertheless