The Living Lyrics - Ophelia - Natalie Merchant

What's it like there outside 

With the living, with the living 

Here I [Incomprehensible] place I can hide 

From the living, from the living 

'Cause I don't care to stay with the living 

Oh, the bottle has been to me 

My closest friend, my worst enemy 

Oh afraid that I walked a fine line 

Squandered it all and wasted my time 

And I don't stand a chance among the living 

For the lovers I've gambled and lost 

Count my mistakes whatever the cost 

I'll go off, I'll make myself scarce 

You, come tomorrow you won't find me here 

'Cause I don't care to stay with the living 

I don't think I'll remain with the living