What There Is ​a-ha

Empty glass
Gets another round
Squeaky chair
Makes another sound

There is a gentle breeze
Playing in your hair
Come, take a bow
While you’re still all there

It’s what it is
It’s what it was
And what will be here
After us

There is no memory
There is no recall
No recollection
At all

Your dark glasses
Sliding down your nose
Now bring these proceedings
To a close

It’s what there is
It’s what it was
It’s what will be here
After us
Your dark glasses
Sliding down your nose
Bring these proceedings
To a close