Earth

And so the clock strikes twelve as we find ourselves

In a sphere of a clearing in a navy light

There are no stars, just the bars of a car's headlights

On the leaves in the dead of the night

Silhouette suits step out of the shadows

Into the arena where the cameras roll

See their shoulders strain below the weight of the spades

Stereo plays for a funeral

They say the moon is nearly full

They see their eyes are nearly dry

They know how wonderful, how wonderful it is

To be alive tonight

I leave myself to the earth

To the air

To the ashes

It's my time

It's my design

It's my turn

And I know I won't be loved

I won't be saved

I won't be noticed

Until I learn to love

But I hate to learn

To my best beloved I do bequeath

All the anguish and the irony

And all the things we never meant

And those we set out to prevent

I leave the twisted bittersands

Send solemn grace of consequence

The hand he lent ungratefully

I don't intend to take away with me

He had a solid alibi

You know I never saw him cry

I leave myself to the earth

To the air

And to the ashes

It's my time

It's my design

It's my turn

(Oh it's my turn and I know I)

And I know I won’t be loved

I won't be saved

I won't be noticed

Until I learn to love

I hate to learn

I hate to learn

And the clock strikes one and my time is done

And I know he won't miss me when I'm gone

I just raise a toast to my sweet trevouse’

And feel glad that the chapter's closed

When I'm gone

I just raise a toast to my sweet trevouse’

And feel glad that the chapter's closed

It's my early grave

Where I wait for the light to let me in

Here it comes around again

(Here it comes around again)

And I say

Let the light shows and the sounds

Of the orchestra begin

My eternal requiem

This is my early grave