There's a point I've got to find
Where my heart and my soul can keep up with my mind
All that I feel drains out of me
Everything is tangible but still so out of reach
Do you regret the time you've spent looking for words to save?
All the days I've spent with you
You know I need them more than anything
I know the day will start and sun will set with or without you here
No. That is not an excuse I want to hear
Old, and in my arms you'll always be
I'm a bed for your bones;
Chariot for your broken dreams
No, you're more than life should offer me
I am trapped in myself
Prisoner to what this world brings for me
Old; in my arms you'll always be
I'm a bed for your bones;
Chariot for your broken dreams
When you're on your death bed, who will be there?
All the words you sang to me linger through eternity
When you're on your death bed, who will be there?
All the words you say
All the words about fate that may come and sweep you away

When you're on your death bed, who will be there?
All the words you sang to me linger through eternity
When you're on your death bed, who will be there?