If I were to die tonight, at least there'd be no pain.
Eyes closed, peaceful, listening to the rain.
I'd play a haunting album, one that makes me feel,
All emotions that I've ever felt, the ones that make life real.
It's not been long since I arrived but time is slowing, gone.
But what a way to die my dear, is listening to a song.

Its a quarter past eleven, and I'm listening to heaven.