No Tone, Not Many

There are no bones, there is no money

There is no tone, there are not many.

A farm for which the sun never proves to be sunny and a rotten barn nothing more than just a plastic gun.

A time will come when everything will be gone, a time when everything you have done will be undone.

This will be the end of the world and every penny,

There will be no tone, there are not many.

 

Weightless and blind, we will find light,

From down under, unearthed, we will become right.

To feel rain would be chilling, to feel the day would be fulfilling.

These resources we have now, then there won't be any,

There will be no tone, there are not many.

 

When this universe will show its wrath, 

There will be nothing more than painful death.

Why don't we realise it yet, how rare and beautiful it is that we even exist?

Why aren't we wise and canny?

There will be no tone, there are not many.

 

Gone means nothing, even when it means something.

The time we spent here, we must hold dear.

Tones may not be of many, but shades come in plenty.

We colour in our memories so they will stay,

Fear not the last day, what we had won't ever fade away.

We will be alone, no life, not any,

There will be no tone, there are not many.

"THERE ARE NO BONES, THERE IS NO MONEY.

THERE IS NO TONE, THERE ARE NOT MANY."