Catch yourself off-guard Death is never very far Caught in black and white Lying still from shifting sight Sun of Somerton setting on the horizon We were young Reading Rubaiyat Tamam Shud On the beat of a gentle hum Reading Rubaiyat Tamam Shud We met in Montsalvat Running round abandoned hearts Lips left kept apart Looking up at fading stars Feelings without thought Softly staring softer parts We were young Reading Rubaiyat Tamam Shud On the beat of a gentle hum Reading Rubaiyat Tamam Shud Heart a heavy weight Knuckles cut from a bouquet She turns her face away Hard and cold in her display And you shift your gaze To the everlasting haze Never thought you'd grow this old still all alone