Borrowed, the time we were given to live our life,
No matter how hard we fight, claw or deny,
Each breath we take, each second we live could be the last,
When death comes knocking we’ve no choice but to comply.
Borrowed, the culture and values we hold so dear
We blindly follow what was passed down by those before us,
Who borrowed it from someone else and imposed on us.
At the end we all belong to one culture alone - The human culture.
Borrowed, the clothes we wear on our backs to protect our dignity.
Woven from the finest that Mother Nature has to offer,
Back to Mother Nature they go once they've served their purpose.
All these clothes we hoard, do we really own them when they don't last?
Borrowed, the love that we reciprocate.
A gift that is bestowed to the ones we hold dear,
Till the love runs out or we lose it, whichever’s appropriate,
And the true beauty of love is actually that fear.
Borrowed, the stuff that we own.
With money borrowed from others we go to borrow stuff,
Like the house we live in, the car we drive or the bed on which we rest.
Then we let another borrow our stuff for money so we can borrow some more stuff.
We wear our borrowed clothes and follow our borrowed culture,
Reciprocate borrowed love to one another,
Using our borrowed stuff before leaving this earth,
At last ending our life, which we lived on borrowed time.
No matter how hard we fight, claw or deny,
Each breath we take, each second we live could be the last,
When death comes knocking we’ve no choice but to comply.
Borrowed, the culture and values we hold so dear
We blindly follow what was passed down by those before us,
Who borrowed it from someone else and imposed on us.
At the end we all belong to one culture alone - The human culture.
Borrowed, the clothes we wear on our backs to protect our dignity.
Woven from the finest that Mother Nature has to offer,
Back to Mother Nature they go once they've served their purpose.
All these clothes we hoard, do we really own them when they don't last?
Borrowed, the love that we reciprocate.
A gift that is bestowed to the ones we hold dear,
Till the love runs out or we lose it, whichever’s appropriate,
And the true beauty of love is actually that fear.
Borrowed, the stuff that we own.
With money borrowed from others we go to borrow stuff,
Like the house we live in, the car we drive or the bed on which we rest.
Then we let another borrow our stuff for money so we can borrow some more stuff.
We wear our borrowed clothes and follow our borrowed culture,
Reciprocate borrowed love to one another,
Using our borrowed stuff before leaving this earth,
At last ending our life, which we lived on borrowed time.