I was born on April 15th Into the arms of my family But now I'm gone at 21 Into the arms of everyone The world is a web And it's caught you and me And giving up Feels like getting free The garden of death is a beautiful place The moon's always full with her marble face Yeah, the wind, it's warm, and the grass is soft And the bird in the tree sings your favourite song We could be gone Any day now Don't know why And you don't care how But that's life's trick Yeah, she takes what she gives Let's hope death does the opposite Well, I'm sitting at the table But the food's all gone So I'm drinking to tomorrow In the setting sun