Death Bed - Gatherers

There’s a point I’ve got to find

Where my heart and my soul can keep up with my mind

All that I feel drains out of me

Everything is tangible but still so out of reach

Do you regret the time you’ve spent looking for words to save?

All the days I’ve spent with you

You know I need them more than anything

I know the day will start and sun will set with or without you here

No. That is not an excuse I want to hear

Old, and in my arms you’ll always be

I’m a bed for your bones;

Chariot for your broken dreams

No, you’re more than life should offer me

I am trapped in myself

Prisoner to what this world brings for me

Old;

in my arms you’ll always be

I’m a bed for your bones;

Chariot for your broken dreams

When you’re on your death bed, who will be there?

All the words you sang to me linger through eternity

When you’re on your death bed, who will be there?

All the words you say

All the words about fate that may come and sweep you away

When you’re on your death bed, who will be there?

All the words you sang to me linger through eternity

When you’re on your death bed, who will be there?