An old women she just told me   this is the lonliest life she has ever seen   every wrinkle is a monument   meant for dust and decay   the painter understood this   spreading the evening sky with crows   the sky all black placenta   its too big to ignore      pull out the lawn chairs,   and watch the angels rip out their wings   my sweet eternity,   you were more than i bargoned for   i guess all good things come to an end      each breath is a monument   every blink of the eye   or is it like a photograph,   another day gone by      pull out the lawn chairs,   and watch the angels pull out their wings   my sweet eternity,   you were more than i bargoned for   all good things come to an end (x2)