And so the clock strikes twelve as we find ourselves
In a sphere of a clearing in a navy light
There are no stars, just the bars of a car's headlights

On the leaves in the dead of the night
Silhouette suits step out of the shadows
Into the arena where the cameras roll

See their shoulders strain below the weight of the spades
Stereo plays for a funeral
They say the moon is nearly full

They see their eyes are nearly dry
They know how wonderful, how wonderful it is
To be alive tonight

I leave myself to the earth
To the air
To the ashes

It's my time
It's my design
It's my turn

And I know I won't be loved
Won't be saved
Won't be noticed

Until I learn to love
I hate to learn
To my best beloved I do bequeath

All the anguish and the irony
And all the things we never meant
And those we set out to prevent

I leave myself to the earth
To the air
To the ashes It's my time

It's my design
It's my turn
And I know I won't be loved

Won't be saved
Won't be noticed
Until I learn to love

I hate to learn
This is my early grave
Where I wait for the light to let me in

Here it comes around again
And I say
Let the light shows and the sounds

Of the orchestra begin
My eternal requiem
For an early grave.