Another one hit the dust too soon,

another time in the waiting room.

It was too much to think that I was you,

and when I cried, well, I wouldn't cry to you.

Another one hit the dust too soon,

another one coming from the womb.

He took his baby out to sy goodbye,

and now we always know how to cry.

Another will hit the dust too soon,

another time it will go to ruin.

If I look into your human eye,

I can always peek the underside.

Another one has hit the dust too soon,

another time in the empty room.

Another universe inside to find,

and we always hold our hands too tight.

And I will bow down,

and say goodbye.