It's quiet now,
white leaves are falling
I don't dare
to question how
and do you feel
the breath
of death so near?
its neither cold nor clammy
I thought id hide
in the dark
but i found you
and to my surprise
in the light
I found life
in my willingness to die
I thought I'd check
on father time
and seek out
his advice
But through watching
a watch
I found out
he is the voyeur and not i
Well be home soon
well be home soon
well be home soon I know