I could speak in melancholy
But I want to ask you first
Do you mind the feeling of sorrow
Or should I wait until it happens to you?

When your beauty will fail you
When you fall in love wrongly
Your naked grip on his arm
Will not hold onto mine as tightly

The difference between intellect
And humanity is sentiment
They do not wish to be seduced
Instead it is better to run in place

It’s lonely waiting for the next life
We know we are right in this one
But you’re too young or too distant
So when I touch down I’ll look for you