[Verse 1] I wanted more than one life, more than one way to belong, more cities, more conversations, more strange ideas turned into songs. I wanted to love without scarcity, build things that outlived me, see what tomorrow was becoming, then stay around long enough to see. [Chorus] The tragedy is not that life is short. It’s that life is good enough to make one lifetime feel insulting when there’s still so much to touch. I don’t fear the tale ending because nothing mattered here. I fear it because I loved the world and wanted many more years. [Verse 2] There will be technologies I miss, friends I never get to know, future cities, future music, places I won’t get to go. [Bridge] Maybe that ache is evidence I never stopped being amazed. Maybe sorrow at the finish means I truly loved the race. [Final Chorus] So when the lights begin to dim, I won’t ask for eternity. Just one more morning, one more idea, one more impossible thing to see. And if I still want more, then maybe I lived correctly.
