I read the sad decline
Of one of the greatest minds
Who after 90 years
Was left with too much time
I wrote the distance closer
Am I a beacon or the vultures?
A medic with no morphine
Just hope to help the pain ease
When we die does it even really happen
If no one is there to hear it happen?
Her stubborn English blood
Is thoroughbred and tough
She dug her grave too deep
To just step in and sleep
And I'm in the city flow
But it's too fast to let go
Beyond the green and grey
But not at heaven's gate
When we die does it even really happen
If no one is there to hear it happen?
I see you're scared to love
They say you love to hate
Is there a difference anyway?
You are a solid rock
You are the hardest place
And you're the only thing stuck in your way