Death has done her work this morning
Cutting me back down to size
Frozen in this winter warning
Gentle in its own
demise
Starving sun in deep November
It cannot feed us any more
Leaving us this dark reminder
Of things we should have done
before
Even as our days are numbered
I can feel it getting near
Deafened by the sounds of others
Who only got as far as
here
In the chilling of the evening
They find the ones that wont survive
Taken as the day surrenders
While we fight to stay
alive
Can you feel the summer ending?
Will this be the end of me?
Afraid of all that might have happened
And all that never
came to be
Will you tell me when its gone?
Will you tell me when its over?
Even though its just begun
Even though Im going
over
Death has done her work this morning
Cutting me back down to size
