Break some bread
The nights been blessed
With an never-endingness
But nonetheless
End come too soon
Sweet concubine
The night's divine
In an never ending line
Of lovers
End come too soon
On the cusp
Both of us
Without any maybes but musts
That carry us
To the end too soon
Ink begins to blot
My eyes are bloodshot
They've seen they wish they had not
But it won't stop
The end come to soon
Whose butter-fingers read me like braille?
Whose dirty mouth have would have mary hail?
Whose wholesome heart bobbed down on me?
Who ushers dreamers into such harems?
Your skin looked waxen
In the failing light
Moved down me, dancing
Like a sailing kite
Ooh
End come soon end come too soon
End come too soon end come too soon
End come too soon
It comes too soon
It comes too soon
It comes too soon
Too soon
Too soon
Too soon
It's too soon
The end it comes too soon, too soon, too soon, too soon
The end it came and went too soon
