One of these days I'll wake up
And you'll all be gone
A distant memory of time yet to be known
Atop a crown adorned with necks cut from stone

I'll look to my hands
But none will there be
A spirit still broken
Once the son of three

I'll float in the way
That I've always done
Too close to the moon
A bit further from the Sun

I'll look to your eyes
But none will there be
A bit closer to death
A bit further from me.

Goodbye, sweet love.