In the time it takes a handkerchief to fall to the ground One of our lives will be over JC: Brocade waistcoat catches glints of morning light Silk damask swathed in bottle green memories
We've travelled from station to station We now approach our final destination The only way to awake you was to slap your face So stand up straight and let me take on final taste of you
CG: Before we walk the agreed number of paces CG: And turn to face our fate CG: The coup de grace delivered so delicately CG: You always had such exquisite taste
CG: Morning sky stretched tight as a drum CG: Tension released in an instant JC: Brocade waistcoat flecked with blood in the golden light You were dead before you even hit the ground
We've travelled from station to station Now we've reached our final destination Watch all trace of colour draining from your face Stoop to take my final taste, one final taste of you..
JC: And ice crystals always have 6 points JC: Though every one's unique CG: They melt on the tongue and no-one's ever counted them all CG: But you've tried
CG: You JC: You, so cool and calculated, JC: A real cold fish So measure this So measure this