The line between life and death is a fine line At it's best, the very start of life is wonderful Leaving everyone involved empowered and strong Paving a fruitful ground to generations to come Connecting and rejoicing Leaving room for growth and progress Changing lives forever At it's best the end of life is peaceful A long, resourceful life lived Memories to look back to with a smile Non, je ne regrette rien No, I don't regret a thing At it's worst, the very start of life is painful Suffering lasting all the way through No way out of a living hell, no way through No happily ever after But darkness that seems to never end At it's worst the end of life is agitated Broken dreams, a broken future A life taken away too early In the middle of it all All hopes vanished, a blurred vision A long and painful road to eternity Eyes remain shut The line between life and death is a very fine line And I believe in love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path

Once upon a time Liesl stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains She was wonderful. Life was phenomenal and impeccable. Until it wasn't anymore. Jarl knocked on Liesl's oak-wooden door at her home in a valley one fine sunny, Sunday afternoon. He introduced himself as an interventionist god. He apologized for having to intervene in her perfect life. There was too much perfection and too much happiness. He cut her wheat before it was ripe. He trampled on her tomatoes and tore her potatoes out of the ground. Jarl cursed Liesl's land. For no reason whatsoever. Jarl peed into her well so that all her drinking-water was contaminated. It was his duty to intervene. He fried Liesl's chicken and smashed all their eggs to the ground. Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand And rivers that ran through every day I must have been mad I never knew what I had Until I threw it all away