Loss Of Life

You can sail off the edges of the earth Greet the workers of the universe Still nothing prepares you for loss of life At the table, undressing cosmic knots What remains of disconnected dots? Who knows how the painting will look in the morning When the day is born and life is ending? But it's neither created nor destroyed There's a way to quiet all the noise 'Cause it's only a different kind of gain Even if your color fades away When the world is born and life is ending Then you learn to love your loss of life When that moment comes and life is over Anyone can love, anyone can love