68

The Late Isabel

Dream of me like you would the setting sun
Soon, sooner than you think I would be gone
Say my name, say it like a mantra to put you to sleep
Sing, sing it as a dying man’s song

‘Cause I’ve got 68 days to live
And I’ve got nothing much to give

I’m ebbing away, what else can I say?
My glassy eyes they stare out away
Mind severed body covered
Hands clutching, soul gasping

‘Cause I’ve got 68 days to live
And I’ve got nothing much to give
But you don’t have to grief
Just believe that I’ll always be with you