The Song That Was Chasing Me

It's not easy To feel free At this party But it's easy To make sadness happy Occasions Are floating All around Me Now that I'm lying Quietly With My body Trying to escape This song That keeps chasing me and it keeps telling me That we have That we have to be The last thing we want to see Or it will all come back to us If we don't try to be The last thing we want to see It will all come back to us If we don't try to see The last thing we want to be It will all come back to us When I'll be lying On my last bed What will I see On the ceiling The faces we can't remember the names All the races won and lost Memories dancing And the frost The frost getting In our eyes again The last thing I'll hold Will make your face unfold Your look will be The last thing held Finally I'll toss a last coin in the air And I'll leave it back Behind me