All the pumping´s nearly over for my sweet heart,
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,
O boy! running man is out of death.
Feel cold and old, it´s getting hard to catch my breath.
´s back to ash, now, you´ve had your flash boy
The rocks, in time, compress
your blood to oil,
your flesh to coal,
enrich the soil,
not everybody´s goal.

Anyway, they say she comes on a plale horse,
But I´m sure I hear a train.
O boy! I don´t even feel no pain-
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in the earth-´how wonderful to be so profound,
when everything you are is dying underground.´

I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could have been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for God´s elastic acre
The doorbell rings and it´s
"Good morning Rael
So sorry you had to wait.
It won´t be long, yeh!
She´s very rarely late."