At Moribund

Dried flowers on the windowsill
White morning sunlight streaming in (streaming in)
We lay together once more
Thinking we're at moribund
Are you glad you're with me? (with me)
On our last few breaths of life

We are gray-aged on deathbed's queue
We've little time on this earth
Not as young as we once were
Our hair has turned gray
Not long for this world
We've passed our prime
Over the hill

Breathing the air
The fresh morning air

Band of vows around our fingers (our fingers)
We have to eventually begin (begin)
We hold each other once more (once more)
Would you rather be somewhere else?
Or are you glad you're with me? (with me)
On our last few breaths of life

We are gray-aged on deathbed's queue
We've little time on this earth
Not as young as we once were
Our hair has turned gray
Not long for this world
We've passed our prime
Over the hill

It finally came
I saw the blackness enclose
I saw your face dissipate
We have been stunned
We have met the end
Moribund
And I try to hold on
Just for one more breath
Just for one more look
Between you and me

We've met the end
As tears stream down
As we pass on
We look at each other
At least we have each other
We look back, and at this moment
And we see that we are pleased



Credits
Writer(s): Avery Merschman
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