The horizon disappears
Under a reflected sun
The light keeps shining
Until everything's gone
This is an accident
A cancer song
I'm not scared of dying
I'm scared of living too long
And I read all your stars
As if they meant something to me
I looked for the clues
To our destiny
Things seem so good
Then suddenly turn wrong
I'm not scared of dying
I'm scared of living too long
As I was a-flying to a far distant shore
I called at an ale-house to spend half an hour
And as I sat smoking, beside me a gla**
I looked up and saw an unobtainable la**
And I wrote down this poem to send you at last
Waaa-waaa-waaa, the baby wakes
The present exists to be deployed
Like Prospero used Caliban
The past, the past is dead and gone
Just like this song
The past exists to be destroyed
Like the statues destroyed by the Taliban
The past is a different country
The writers where right all along
And this is an accident
A cancer song
I'm not scared of dying
I'm scared of living too long
And as I was a-flying to a far distant shore
The airport-lounge called me to spend half an hour
But as I sat smoking, beside me a gla**
I looked up and saw an obtainable la**
And I wrote down this poem to send you at last
I had a great time
Did lots of stuff
I don't mind dying
It's living too long
That scares me
The darkling night produces the morn
And even the songbird dreams of his song