N.D.E.

Poor, lost song. Way too long. But I like the words. That is why I am putting them here.

N.D.E.

prelude
There's an anchor at the end of my chain,
But no end to where it leads.
The feast is set, the guests are met,
There's no subtext in which to misread.

An army of misfortune,
Be it vague or indiscreet.
Disappears while I am standing here,
The ground beneath my feet.

verse
An itchy finger and
An unloaded gun won't kill,
But a broken heart will.

Fog looks like ghosts
And dreams fade like the dawn
On the morning lawn.

chorus
When its over its so much sweeter.
Lick your lips and taste the flavor.
Kill for love and die a martyr.

If that's what it takes,
Then what's the point of trying to...
Fight it.

verse
Silhouette of a figure
That I can't recognize;
Just two staring eyes.

There's a question ever pressing
Like a vice on my soul:
"Is it my time to go?"

chorus
When its over its so much sweeter.
Lick your lips and taste the flavor.
Kill for love and die a martyr.

If that's what it takes,
Then what's the point of trying to...
Fight it.

outro
Close your eyes
Until the sunlight rises
On a calm blue horizon
And surprises your mind.

You float like a pillow
As a white cloud billows
Over a tall broad willow
On the side of the lake.

If there was ever a moment,
A moment worth living,
If there was more to just breathing
That life kept giving than this is it.

This is it.