I have this strange notion
When I at last die
Be it on land or ocean
Please do not cry

For with the end I am content
To end with final grace
Nothing worse to prevent
Then my end in empty space

Music will be my Reaper
Die at the final note he yells
The price is never steeper
Then when you hear those awful bells

To end with happiness in my heart
Not to have a broken soul
Let it all be a fresh start
So I may reach that wonderous goal


For too long
For too short

So much done
So little done

Forever
Never


Why?