The words of the Preacher,
the son of David,
king in Jerusalem.
Vanity of vanities,
saith the Preacher,
vanity of vanities;
all is vanity...
No, they don't sing any more
"I'll die without your love"
They don't scream
"I'll die without your love"
They don't scream
"I can't
stand
this suffering any more,
I want to live..."
I want to live..."
Beautiful song