Tuesday night somebody died. While I was off living my lie. And I was blind but in my mind. All was fine to me. All must pass - nothing can last. We carry on - the line moves along. So who will cry for you?. I might - every time I breathe. Visit me in my sad dream. And tell me how I can find peace. Then tell me why the sad survive. And why we have such selfish minds. We think of our losses while your spirit flies. You took me with you - but I'll be back in time. Tuesday night someone died. But all is fine to me. Cause now I see.