One, two, three, four If I wrote my life down Would you read it back to me? Would I hurt the same way As I did in memory? Tell me all about the moon that pulled our strings Tell me all about the sun that stained our skin I won't have a final word when I lay down my head 'Cause I've learned the hardest way to say the things I meant I did the best with what I had without a reason why But in the end I know I've lived a life that taught me how to die I'm learning how to die If I lived forever, would it change what I believe? Does the fear of dying young, cause us all to be deceived? Would I still need convincing of the things I can't perceive? Is it our naivity to put faith in what we can't see? I won't have a final word when I lay down my head 'Cause I've learned the hardest way to say the things I meant I did the best with what I had without a reason why But in the end I know I've lived a life that taught me how to die I'm learning how to die We don't know how far we are from heaven We are ninety million miles from the sun We don't know how close to God we've come But we're face-to-face with everyone we love I won't have a final word when I lay down my head 'Cause I've learnt the hardest way to question where I'm lead I did the best with what I had without a reason why But in the end I'll know I've lived a life that taught me how to die