Love of mine, some day you will die, but I'll be close behind. I'll follow you into the dark. No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tigh, waiting for the hint of a spark. If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied, illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs.
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule, I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black, and I held my tongue as she told me "son, fear is the heart of love", so I never went back.
You and me have seen everything to see, from Bangkok to Calgary. And the soles of your shoes are all worn down. The time for sleep is now, it's nothing to cry about, 'cause we'll hold each other soon in the blackest of rooms.
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I'll follow you into the dark.
