Catch yourself off-guard

Death is never very far

Caught in black and whiteLying 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