And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny glance of father time

As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409

And I rationed my breathes as I said to myself that I'd already taken to much today

As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year old magazines

In a place where we only say goodbye

It's done like a violent limp that out memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds

And I knew that you were truth I would rather loved than to never lain in the sun at all

Then I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained it's self

Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room just nervous paces bracing for bad news

Then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their head

And I'm thinking of what Sarah said but love is watching someone die

So who's going to watch you die?...