Her mother falls It clears a path for beechwood daughters Growing fast to sunlight, survival and death We feel the generations pass Fourteen on the window ledge We're rained out in Queenstown again To live is to die over and over and over again Over and over and over again To live is to die over and over and over again Over and over and over again You lock the door, I lie for you Forgiveness is the heart of truth I miss you, I mean it, I'm sorry I was wrong Don't hurry back, our friends can wait It's always hard on holidays You'll get there, the good things take time To live is to die over and over and over again Over and over and over again To live is to die over and over and over again Over and over and over again To live is to die To live is to die