To Live Through Someone Else

one, two, three, four...
sunlight,
white sand,
shadowless beach
Khrushchev,
Chuikov
just what did they see?
heroes,
like children,
they are carried by waves
helpless, just drifting
through colorless bays
no, I'm not
what I was
or will ever become
just watching,
now waiting
to live through someone
to live through someone
else
some people
(some people)
some people
(some people)
will live, and then they'll just die
but some people
(some people)
other people
(some people)
they will never really expire
some people
(some people)
you're beautiful
(some people)
but some of us, are a waste
of a life
but some people
(some people)
other people
(some people)
they will always look down from the sky
I can see them
I can see them
with roses beneath their feet
I can feel them
I can feel them
they're living inside of me
and they're calling out
yeah they're calling out
and they will never disappear
and they're calling now
yeah they're calling now
they're still living and standing right here
ah here it comes
here it comes
it's right here,
but will never be seen
and here it is
here it is
the only reason that we still breathe
one, two, three...