Sort Out (Classic)

I open my eyes into the dark Of a bleak night I open the window And enjoy the wind touching my cheeks I bet it comes from afar But I can't figure out from where It comes with a secret message That's dedicated only to me Take haste Sort out your life before erased You know you have all the time All the time till you die It wipes the leaves off the ground And deletes the clouds high above It brushes the dust away The dust of those are gone It dries all my tears, but again It keeps me weeping inside It pats my heart with a chill And then it whispers to me Take haste Sort out your life before erased You know you have all the time All the time till you die Take haste Sort out your life before erased You know you have all the time All the time till you die