They'll be dead before I know it,
The IT, the love that's true.
I'll be dead before they know it,
The IT, the law of love.
I wonder why it takes an age,
For everyone to begin to believe.
It's not as if it were new to dream,
We've been doing this since time began.
But all I see of existence,
Is it moves at breakneck pace.
Before we realise we're alive,
That youth of days elapses fast.
So I pay attention as a rule,
To all the little things you do.
I'd stave off a little longer then,
The inevitability of the final end.