And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer of father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breathes as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Amongst the vending machines and year old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye

It's done like a violent limp that out memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were truth I would rather lose than to have never lain in the sun at all

Then I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself
Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room just nervous paces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes round and everyone lifts their head
And I'm thinking of what Sarah said but love is watching someone die

So who's going to watch you die?...