And so the clock strikes twelve,
as we find ourselves
in a sphere of a clearing in a navy light.
There are no stars,
just the bars of a car's
headlights on the leaves
in the dead of the night.
Silhouette suits step out of the shadows,
into the arena where the cameras roll,
see their shoulders strain
below the weight of the spades.
Stereo plays for a funeral.
They say the moon is nearly full.
They see their eyes are nearly dry.
They know how wonderful,
how wonderful it is to be alive tonight.
I leave myself to the earth,
to the air,
to the ashes.
It's my time.
It's my design.
It's my turn.
And I know I won't be loved,
I won't be saved,
I won't be noticed.
Until I learn to love,
but I hate to learn.
To my best beloved,
I do bequeath:
All the anguish and the irony,
and all the things we never meant,
and those we set out to prevent.
I leave the twisted bitter sends,
send suddenly grace of consequences.
The hand he lend down ungratefully.
I don't intent to take away with me.
He had a solid alibi.
You know I never saw him cry?
I leave myself to the earth,
to the air,
to the ashes.
It's my time.
It's my design.
It's my turn.
And I know I won't be loved,
I won't be saved,
I won't be noticed.
Until I learn to love,
I hate to learn.
And then the clock strikes one.
And my time is done.
And I know he won't miss me when I'm gone.
I just rise a toast to my sweet trebles,
and feel glad that the chapter's closed.
This is my early grave,
where I wait for the light to let me in.
Here it comes around again.
And I say,
"Let the light shows
and the sounds of the orchestra begin
my eternal requiem."
This is my early grave.
- 专辑：The Elements
- 歌手：Second Person
- 歌曲：earth
