And it came to me then that every plan Is a tiny prayer to father time As I stared at my shoes in the ICU That reeked of piss and 409 And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I’d already taken too much today As each descending peak of the LCD Took you a little farther away from me Away from me
Amongst the vending machines And year old magazines In a place where we only say goodbye It stung like a violent wind That our memories depend On a faulty camera in our minds And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
Then I looked around at all the eyes on the ground As the TV entertained itself 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 heads And I’m thinking of what Sarah said That love is watching someone die
So who’s going to watch you die? So who's going to watch you die? So who's going to watch you die?