Break some bread
The night's been blessed
With a neverendingness
But none the less
End come too soon
Sweet concubine
The night's divine
In a never ending line of lovers
End come too soon
On the cusp
The both of us
Without any maybe's but must's
That carry us
To the end too soon
Ink begins to blot
My eyes are blood shot
They've seen things they wish they had not
But it won't stop
The end coming too soon
Whose butter fingers read me like Braille
Whose dirty mouth would have made Mary hail
Whose wholesome heart had bore down on me
Who ushers dreamers into such harems
Whose skin looked waxen in the failing light
Who down right danced me like a sailing kite
End come too soon
Come come too soon
End come too soon
End come too soon
It comes too soon
It comes too soon
End comes too soon
Too soon too soon
It's too soon it's too soon
It's too soon it's too soon
It's too soon it's too soon
It's too soon it's too soon
The end it comes too son
Too soon too soon
Too soon
The end come too soon
