Killing My Borrowed Time

What will there be left If you're not there to carry me home? What will there be left If you're not there to steady my shaking bones? What would there be left? I'm killing my borrowed time I'm killing my borrowed time I'm killing my borrowed time What will there be left If the tide rolled in and swallows you whole? What will there be left If the light within got buried up in the snow Hey, I'll cut your throat How little your money's worth Like a bird into a jet plane I'm bringing you back to earth Killing my borrowed time I'm killing my borrowed time It's been a long time coming Don't you look so surprised It's the death of all loving Let's go out on a high I'm killing my borrowed time Oh, yeah Oh whoa, whoa