Lyrics: Quebec Antique. 10,000 Chances.

From the moment you begin breathing,
you start dying too.
and we have 10,000 chances
to get it right.
and I spend most of my time
like a worried child,
hands out grasping at all of the things that I've designed
in my mind
they're mine. never satisfied.
but for with more
and I will be just fine.
I tell myself all over again.
and try as I might,
seldom get it right
but I am kind, and opens up my eyes.

From the moment you begin breathing,
you start dying too.