For the Departed

Just a moment, dear I hear someone at the door And the beating of a heart That I hid beneath the floor Oh they've come for me, love Save yourself I am far beyond repair They will bury me alive But I'm not inclined to care I am too far gone now, oh ohoho So dry your eyes and count to ten They'll have me on the pyre by then Forget the man I used to be You'll move along more easily A moment, dear I hear someone in the hall And this plundering of promises We hung up on the wall Oh he's come for us, love Save yourself, I am bitter to the bone And I'm growing rather fond Of the wandering alone I am too far gone now, oh ohoho So dry your eyes and count to ten They'll have me on the pyre by then Forget the man I used to be You'll move along more easily Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh I'll write a symphony for the departed And I have no time for second chances So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances, oh And so, the scene begins Your cries become the wind A desperate plea best left unheard Then my contrived goodbye A poet's pantomime A drunken jester's final words Just a moment, dear I hear someone at the door And the beating of a heart That I hid beneath the floor Oh they've come for us, love Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh I'll write a symphony for the departed And I have no time for second chances So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances Oh, now I must finish what I started, oh-oh I'll write a symphony for the departed Oh, I have no time for second chances So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances So, dry your eyes and count to ten They'll have me on the pyre by then