I was born on April 15th
Into the arms of my family
But now I'm gone at twenty-one
Into the arms of everyone
The world is a web
And it's caught you and me
And giving up
Feels like getting free
The garden of death
Is a beautiful place
The Moon's always full
With her marble face
Yeah the wind, it's warm
And the grass is soft
And the bird in the tree
Sings your favourite song
We could be gone
Any day now
Don't know why
And you don't care how
But that's life trick
Yeah she takes what she gives
Let's hope death
Does the opposite
Well I'm sitting at the table
But the food's all gone
So I'm drinking to tomorrow
In the setting Sun
