hold my hand as i'm lowered, and please don't see me as a coward, for death, i do not forsake thee, though your dark stare is always upon me, well, i fell in love with a world in you, well, i fell in love with a world in you, o death, do not feel like the victor, 'cause my poor life makes you none the richer, oh, your cold hands are clutching at cloth, i leave nothing on earth that won't rot, well, i fell in love with the world in you, well, i fell in love with the world in you, well, i fell in love with the world in you, and now i feel cold, well, i fell in love with the world in you, and now i feel holier
