Break some bread
The nights been blessed
With an never-endingness

But nonetheless
End come too soon


Sweet concubine
The night's divine
In an never ending line

Of lovers
end come too soon


On the cusp
Both of us
Without any maybes but musts

That carry us
To the end too soon


Ink begins to blot
My eyes are bloodshot
They've seen they wish they had not

But it won't stop
The end come to soon


Whose butter-fingers read me like Braille?
Whose dirty mouth have would have Mary hail?
Whose wholesome heart bobbed down on me?

Who ushers dreamers into such harems?

Your skin looked waxen

In the failing light
Moved down me, dancing
Like a sailing kite


Ooh
Yeah-o, Yeah-o, Yeah-o, Yeah-o...


End come soon end come too soon
End come too soon end come too soon


End come too soon
It comes too soon

It comes too soon
It comes too soon
Too soon

Too soon
Too soon


It's too soon...

The end it comes too soon, too soon, too soon, too soon

The end it came and went too soon