What's Best

Lyrics

A count, a king, a pauper born In turn each guise the hat I’ve worn Though time appears to be precise Each life is as a passing storm

While in the frame we pay the price Of memory and ignorance Oh, would we dare to hold the flame To live each full and see them twice

I pray to live, I must attest The rules not fair in this contest And trust the gods to know what’s best And trust the gods to know what’s best

As blocks of stone each look the same The sum of man a single frame But were they stacked upon the rest The view across would skew the game

I pray to live, I must attest The rules not fair in this contest And trust the gods to know what’s best And trust the gods to know what’s best

To live each full and see them twice To live each full and see them twice

I pray to live, I must attest The rules not fair in this contest And trust the gods to know what’s best And trust the gods to know what’s best

To live each full and see them twice And trust the gods to know what’s best