Not a day goes by, not a single day,
But you’re somewhere a part of my life, and it looks like you’ll stay.
As the days go by,
I keep thinking, “When does it end?
Where’s the day I’ll have started forgetting?”
But I just go on thinking and sweating
And cursing and crying
And turning and reaching
And waking and dying.

And no …
Not a day goes by, not a blessed day,
But you’re still somewhere part of my life, and you won’t go away.
So there’s hell to pay.
And until I die I’ll die day after day
After day after day
After day after day
After day after day
After day …

Till the days go by.
Till the days go by.
Till the days go by.