I pick up your roses,
and slowly throw them away,
for you can appreciate them no more.

This time we are alone,
one last time my lover,
this night is ours as long as there is still night to devour.

There are no goodbyes for us,
there are no endings in our song,
I will let you enter, enter me once more.

Though you're cold and stiff,
I get burned upon my breathing skin,
and I vibrate once more, as I lay upon your skin.

Tomorrow they'll sink your body down,
six feet under, six feet away,
and my heart sinks too, and will keep on sinking,
until my dying day.