In the hours before our deaths,
Everything stacatto,
Everything unsettling,
A little bit of shivelry,
To help you with your jacket,
And welcome you to someone new,
You aren't one,
I am not one,
What's left to help us?
This situation's helpless
If I can't speak,
And you cannot hear,
Then we will be fine
To err is human,
Forgive divine,
To err is human,
Forginess; divine.
In the hours that followed,
Every little silence,
Everything is distorted,
Yellow piano keys,
Screaming violins,
Nothing was,
Nothing will be
You aren't one,
I am not one,
What's left to help us?
This situation's helpless
If I can't speak,
And you cannot hear,
Then we will be fine
To err is human,
Forgive divine,
To err is human,
Forginess; divine.
On our way to heaven,
Pristine and squeeky clean,
Everything is beautiful,
We were never perfect,
But nothing's ever perfect,
This one's for our memory
You aren't one,
I am not one,
What's left to help us?
This situation's helpless
If I can't speak,
And you cannot hear,
Then we will be fine
To err is human,
Forgive divine,
To err is human,
Forginess; divine.
And as we lay here,
Dead but lay adjescent,
Everything is finally perfect
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