Just before Christmas 2006, I decided to enter a short story competition, but the guidelines were very precise, and the deadline a little too short, so I wasn't able to get anything finished on time. The story wasn't really working anyway, but it had some nice ideas, so I decided to try it out as a song instead.
The music was originally an experiment using only soft synths in Ableton Live, although it was completely re-recorded for the album. I'd decided it might make a nice last track, but Simon wasn't sure about the ending, so I suggested we should add a new false ending. In the end, it turned out to be a rather melancholic coda, which closes the album rather nicely in my opinion.
The lyrics:
Without life, we are nothing
No sounds of silence, no view of blackness
No words to say what we should
Oh, we are nothing when we’re without life
In the pulse of the instant, you breathe life again
In the arrogant moment, you’re free
When the time is right, you will become something new
There is still life, together as one
Without life, we’re revolving
Sight without seeing, sound without hearing
We are blind to what floats by us
Oh, we are nothing when we’re without life
In the pulse of the instant, you breathe life again
In the arrogant moment, you’re free
When the time is right, you will become something new
There is still life, together as one
Without life, there is nothing
No sense of feeling, no words or breathing
We’re just fools, drifting slowly
Oh, we are nothing when we’re without love
In the pulse of the instant, you breathe life again
In the arrogant moment, you’re free
When the time is right, you will become something new
There is still life, together as one
(R. Martin / S. Martin)
