present and in awe.

Live Like We're Dying

Tuesday, September 22, 2009 @ 3:16 pm.

Sometimes we fall down, can’t get back up
We’re hiding behind skin that’s too tough
How come we don't say I love you enough
Till it's too late, it's not too late

Our hearts are hungry for a food that won’t come
But we could make a feast from these crumbs
And we’re all starin’ down the barrel of a gun
So if your life flashed before you what would you wish you would have done

Gotta start

Looking at the hands of the time we been given
If this is all we got then we gotta start thinkin’
If every second counts on the clock that's tickin’
Gotta live like we’re dying

We only got eight-six-four hundred seconds in a day
To turn it all around or to throw it all away
Gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we’re dying

And if your plane fell out of the skies
Who would you call with your last goodbye
Should be so careful who we let fall out of our lives
Or when we long for absolution there’ll be no one on the line

Gotta start

Looking at the hands of the time we been given
If this is all we got then we gotta start thinkin’
If every second counts on the clock that's tickin’
Gotta live like we’re dying

We only got eight-six-four hundred seconds in a day
To turn it all around or to throw it all away
Gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we’re dying

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying
Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying

We only got eight-six-four hundred seconds in a day
To turn it all around or to throw it all away
Gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we’re dying

You never know a good thing till it's gone
You never see a crash till it's head on
Why do we think we’re right when we’re dead wrong
You never know a good thing till it's gone

Gotta start

Looking at the hands of the time we been given
If this is all we got then we gotta start thinkin’
If every second counts on the clock that's tickin’
Gotta live like we’re dying

We only got eight-six-four hundred seconds in a day
To turn it all around or to throw it all away
Gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we’re dying

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying
Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying

We only got eight-six-four hundred seconds in a day
To turn it all around or to throw it all away
Gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we’re dying

(Kris Allen)

Kris Allen's first single. Originally done by The Script, but cut from their album, so technically it's not really The Script's song because they didn't release it. But if you hear The Script's version, they song about the same.