At about
                                   Nine o' clock

                                                          ­                                                           Before

The end
Of
The month
Of
My birth

     I will
                 Not
                         Be
Standing here
                        On
                         this
               dying
      earth

                                              ­                            Without you
                                                           My love
      I will
                         Be                                                  
Standing   ­              somewhere              
                                                                ­                                             above                                
                                                                ­ up
                  way                                 ­                             star
                             ­               your
with

In my                                                               ­                                                                 ­             right eye

with
                                             the
                  on                                   ­                              moon
                                                          ­       my
                                                          ­                                                     neck

    The scars    will
Be               on
      the sun
and             I will
         still
Be           on
                     another
     planet

Watch                 for                                              it


H    y     ­ a         s            a   n         d             S   t  e            n    o     r     n      c h  u s          
L      i           q          u      i   d   c  r     y      s   t a     l   s     an d  S e   a    H o   r s e s    
A           c   e             r     a        o   r        t     h   e     W  i   t c    h    e    s      D  a   n  ce          

Iwillmeetyouonthefaceofthesun
Oratthebottomofthe­sea

                                                        I'm waiting for you to tell me.