What will we do now, you tell me The hourglass is all out of sand How could life slip through our fingers And leave nothing but time on our hands And how will we live now, you tell me With parts of our hearts torn away Just existing makes dying look easy Maybe tomorrow, I’ve done enough dyin’ today And how will I sleep now, you tell me With only my arm by my side Perhaps I’ll learn sleeping all over And just maybe without dreaming this And who’ll make you laugh now, you tell me Sent you sent your clown on her way I don’t think I’ll cry, just die laughing But maybe tomorrow, I’ve done enough dyin’ today