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?