For The Departed

Just a moment, dear
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart
That I hid beneath the floor
Or they've come for me, love

Save yourself
I am far beyond repair
They will bury me alive
But I'm not inclined to care
I am too far gone now, oh, oh-oh-oh

So dry your eyes and count to ten
They'll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily

A moment, dear
I hear someone in the hall
And this plundering of promises
We hung up on the wall
Or he's come for us, love

Save yourself, I am bitter to the bone
And I'm growing rather fond
Of the wandering alone
I am too far gone now, oh, oh-oh-oh

So dry your eyes and count to ten
They'll have me on the pyre by then
Forget the man I used to be
You'll move along more easily

Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
I'll write a symphony for the departed
And I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances, oh

And so, the scene begins
Your cries become the wind
A desperate plea best left unheard
Then my contrived goodbye
A poet's pantomime
A drunken jester's final words

Just a moment, dear
I hear someone at the door
And the beating of a heart
That I hid beneath the floor
Or they've come here for us, love

Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
I'll write a symphony for the departed
And I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances

Oh, now I must finish what I started, oh-oh
I'll write a symphony for the departed
Oh, I have no time for second chances
So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances

So, dry your eyes and count to ten
They'll have me on the pyre by then