3:30 and you're mad at me
3:31 and I know there is no where I'd rather be
Than with you beneath this blanket
Your arms round my waist, don't you think that
This would be lovely, our gentle kisses
And passionate sighs for forgiveness
Is better than this cold disregard
And arguments of wasted breath?

3:35 and you're not letting me in
Alright then
Guess we'll call it... good?
And pretend to brush it off like mud?
Fine go and do what you will
Even if I can't love you tonight
And you won't give me the chance to fight
I know inside
At 3:45
That there is no one I'd rather be with
With you, my love, until my dying breath.

A dying old man came to sit by the sea; for as long as he can.
A dying old man came to sit by the sea and listen to the waves; for as long as he can.
A dying old man came to sit by the sea, listen to the waves and watch the sunset fade; for as long as he can.
A dying old man came to sit by the sea, listen to the waves, to watch the sunset fade, and to recapture his memories.
He remembered the rock where he and his wife swam.
The ring glinting in his hand.
He remembered their home, just two miles away.
And the sound and feel of ocean spray.
He recalled his first kiss.
And of course his first fish.
He remembered the sweet taste of victory.
And the bitter taste of misery.
He remember his wife, never waking from her sleep.
He recalled his life, which was slowly slipping into a dream.
A dying old man came to sit by the sea to gather his memories; one last time.
To come to watch the sunset fade; one last time.
To listen to the waves; one last time, as they say goodbye.
A dying old man came to sit by the sea, and there he died peacefully.

Hello, I am dying
Dying in soul
I can't stand to live
Never lose your purpose, child, and forgive!

Hello, I am dying
Dying in mind
I have gone crazy
Don't listen to the world, child, wait and see!

Hello, I am dying
Dying in heart
I am too weak now
Remember you're fragile, child, also bow!

Hello, I am dying
Dying at last
Weak, crazy, hopless
Don't forget your hopes... dreams... child. Keep your bliss!

Hello, I am dying
Softly I go
Goodbye, dear sweet child
Dream, love, run, create, cry, child, live your life
And die.

My brother is a wolf pup
Strong and great if well bred
He knows not but the hand that feeds him
And walks to the hunter to be fed
He is new to the wild, but still the hunter smiles
And takes him to the table
To be eaten instead

The sun glistening off the water
Water shining off the surface
The clarity of it all gleaming against the mountainous back drop
So grand
And it exists