In my time on earth I was a boy In my time on earth I was somebody's son
In my time on earth I said too much But not nearly Not nearly enough
Will we recall the table set The water warm A bed unmade in a single room? Will we recall If nothing else at all in that single room In that hired room?
Love and death in the afternoon
In my time as your lover I told you the truth And in my time as this saint I grew some wings as proof
In my time on earth i knew enough That is far too much That is far too much
