No Excuses - The Divine Comedy

Out of sight

Out of sight and out of mind

Make a fossil fuel of time

And exhaust it

Bring it home

Bring it straight back home to me

You can hate mortality

But you can’t stop it

No excuses

No little white lies

No more promises left to break

Take your chances

Whenever they arise

Or one day it’ll be too late

Memories

Memories are made of snow

They diminish in the blow

Of ambition

One last chance

One last golden chance remains

To ignore it or to change

It’s your decision

No excuses

Don’t turn away

Don’t say you’ve done all that you can

You’ve had chances

But you’ve been afraid

I’m afraid of who I am

But now I understand

Plant a seed

Plant a seed and watch it grow

Watch the green shoots start to show

See it flowering

With each flower

With each tendril bloom and stem

It is giving thanks to them

Who gave everything