I can see it, my darling,
Even from far away.
The Scythe Of Death coming my way
With every breath I take.
I call out your name, my darling,
To see you one last time,
Yet I doubt you can hear me
From as far as you are.
It’s getting closer, my darling,
So close I can touch its blade.
I am petrified to move,
Because I know it will be my end.
I close my eyes just to see your face,
Because, oh, my darling, how I need you now.
I don’t open my eyes,
Terrified of what I’ll see.
And so, my darling, I think of you,
As I hear that one final swoosh.
I don’t open my eyes again, my darling,
But that is okay, because I am closer to you now
Than I was at the beginning of the day.