In the end, we’ll all know
Relieved to be free of hope
For the promising children, and the things you might tell them
Discarded long ago
I wish I didn’t love them so much
Everything’s made of snow
And perfectly still below
Lies lurking in wait for you, poised to pounce at you
Count days until tomorrow
Now nothing has to grow
I’m thirty years younger and prob’ly as smart
And he’ll prob’ly outlive me, the way that we are
What one man gets who doesn’t love anything
Long days among the living
We’ll be invisible
We can be pleasant fools
Or lash out and terrorize any who don’t care,
Pretend to be angels
Sounds kind of promiseful
I’m a couple years older, and not quite as smart
As the kid who believed you couldn’t try too hard
Long days among the living
In the end, we’ll all know what we just did that for
And then I’ll remember, there is no heaven
This world is promiseful
I’ll wish I had loved it so much