No one will swim in your fountain Dry my clothes in the back of your van Let me climb up your mountain Leave my death and let the vultures decide Why can I feel my lifeline slipping away Still every day keeps getting shorter When will it end, I think that I got the bend I still can get caught while it lasted No one will live in your burrow Brave the cloth in the deep of your cave And the sand and the season Turn to dust and is transpiring Why can I feel my lifeline slipping away Still every day keeps getting shorter When will it end, I think that I got the bend I still can get caught while it lasted