This lonely old man had heart, resting
Gray hairs on wrinkled arms
with nothing but a stool to hold up his back

Skinny legs with Japanese mileage

Crossed at the ankles

He's unaware

Maybe you've never seen it

Maybe you've never been through it

It's the only way to understand it

Unaware of his surroundings

Youth, it passed

Swarming like wolves to a fresh kill,

the scent attracts

He's just scared about dying

Maybe you've never seen it

Maybe you've never been through it

It's the only way to understand him
Save your clever statements

Brave your severed view of it

It's the only way to understand it

To believe that...

to think back...

to realize that

no sad days have come to an end
where all...

where all has been lost

Maybe you've never seen it

Maybe you've never been through it

It's the only way to understand it
Save your clever statements

Brave yourself if you want in

It's the only way to understand it