[male vocals] THE
LIFE
WE
NEVER
LIVED
Bazznotenonia!
Verse
One
There
are
dreams
we
buried
young,
Then
called
the
dreamers
fools,
We
learned
to
praise
the
safe
and
small,
And
laugh
at
those
who
choose.
We
watched
the
fearless
take
the
stage,
Then
whispered, “
They'll
come
down,”
As
if
their
courage
offended
us,
As
if
their
joy
were
wrong.
We
built
our
lives
on
compromise,
Then
called
compromise “
wise,”
We
traded
every
burning
dream
For
something
we
could
buy.
And
when
somebody
dared
to
live
The
life
we
couldn't
choose,
We
dressed
our
envy
up
as
truth
And
called
their
freedom
foolish.
Chorus
Oh,
the
life
we
never
lived,
How
loudly
we
condemn,
We
criticize
the
burning
flame
Because
it
burns
within.
We
call
the
dreamer
arrogant,
The
lover
weak
and
blind,
But
sometimes
what
we
hate
the
most
Is
what
we
left
behind.
Verse
Two
The
artist
who
refused
to
paint
Says
art
won't
pay
the
bills,
The
lover
who
was
scared
to
love
Calls
romance
childish
thrills.
The
thinker
who
betrayed
his
mind
Now
laughs
at
those
who
seek,
And
those
who
never
found
their
voice
Call
every
speaker
weak.
We
become
experts
at
explaining
Why
the
brave
will
surely
fall,
We
predict
the
failure
of
the
ones
Who
dared
to
risk
it
all.
And
safely
standing
on
the
shore,
We
lecture
those
at
sea—
Because
it's
easier
to
mock
the
wave
Than
admit
we
feared
to
leave.
Chorus
Oh,
the
life
we
never
lived,
How
loudly
we
condemn,
We
criticize
the
burning
flame
Because
it
burns
within.
We
call
the
dreamer
arrogant,
The
lover
weak
and
blind,
But
sometimes
what
we
hate
the
most
Is
what
we
left
behind.
Verse
Three
So
here's
the
joke
of
human
life:
We
know,
but
don't
confess.
We
watch
the
years
escape
our
hands
And
call
our
silence “
peace.”
We
say, “
It
wasn't
meant
for
me,”
When
really
we
were
scared,
Then
blame
the
world
for
closing
doors
We
never
tried
to
open.
And
when
the
final
curtain
falls,
Perhaps
we'll
understand:
The
world
was
not
always
cruel
to
us—
We
simply
never
took
our
stand.
The
bitter
tongue,
the
hardened
heart,
The
judgment
we
disguised—
May
only
be
the
ghost
of
someone
Who
was
too
afraid
to
live.
Final
Chorus
Oh,
the
life
we
never
lived,
Still
knocking
at
the
door,
The
dreams
we
mocked
in
other
men
Were
dreams
we
wanted
more.
We
called
the
lovers
foolish,
We
called
the
dreamers
blind,
But
the
cruelest
truth
of
all
is
this:
We
knew—
and
stayed
behind.
Outro
So
laugh
at
the
dreamer,
If
laughter
helps
you
sleep.
Call
the
lover
foolish,
Call
the
thinker
naïve.
But
when
the
room
grows
quiet
And
there's
no
one
left
to
blame,
The
voice
behind
the
silence
asks: “
Was
it
really
life
you
hated—
or
the
life
you
never
dared
to
claim?”