Deathbed Convert

Tell me all the things you know
What was open ended does end after all
I guess it's better that we know
And we try to smile pretending that it isn't so.

I don't want to be a deathbed convert
Tell me you fulfilled your purpose
Tell me that you made your goals

I don't want to be a deathbed convert
Tell me you look backwards fondly
I don't want to speak of souls

Tell me of your childhood home
All the recipes and histories
Have you wisdom to impart?
Because I'm scared to death that you've said nothing I didn't know

Do you need some water, or a pillow?
Let me be useful, even in a useless way
Choose the fire or the earth
We'll endeavour to make your wish come true.

I don't want to be a deathbed convert
Tell me you fulfilled your purpose
Tell me that you made your goals

I don't want to be a deathbed convert
Tell me you look backwards fondly
I don't want to speak of souls

I don't want to be a deathbed convert
I won't cry any name but yours
I don't want to be a deathbed convert
I won't cry any name but yours

I don't want to be a deathbed convert
Tell me you fulfilled your purpose
Tell me that you made your goals
I don't want to be a deathbed convert
Tell me you look backwards fondly
I don't want to speak of souls



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Stephen Dabner, Niki Jones, Peter Geoffrey Nightingale
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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