Not to say it's getting better
Nor to forge a complaint
But my days grow short upon the weather
And there are whispers of your name

So you open the door
While I sleep on the moors
For you...

CHORUS:
I'm
Living life
On borrowed time
I carry the weight of an age
The well'srun dry
Belly sucked to spine
So I drink from the world in your hands

From your hands...

My soul's a song of seven verses
Each repeats without refraining
All was tired, and it only worsens
But now I've become my own second coming

My eyes are a meadow
Too see my soul weep like the willow
For you...

CHORUS:
I'm
Living life
On borrowed time
I carry the weight of an age
The well'srun dry
Belly sucked to spine
So I drink from the world in your hands

Here on me
Waiting for you
Time is gone for thee
So I wait here for you

But wait... wait...
The mockingbird calls to me
I said wait... wait...
A fallen star fell to me
I said wait... wait...
It's fruit from a poisonous tree