When you can lose your love with a shrug and a sigh,
That is when you die, that is when you die.
When you dispassionately let the whole world pass you by
When you conquer and don't miss your instinct to cry
When you are brought to your knees and forget to ask why,
That is the day that you die.
When you can abandon a place without saying goodbye
When your heartbeat is steady no matter your lie
When you stop failing at things and start failing to try
That is when you die, that is when you die.
You can wither away all crackled and dry
All elements of disease can you defy
Be a hundred and six and still limber and spry
But the day you stopped feeling was the day that you died.