Earth (Second Person)

And so the clock strikes twelve as we find ourselves In a sphere of a clearing in a navy light There are no stars, just the bars of a car's headlights On the leaves in the dead of the night Silhouette suits step out of the shadows Into the arena where the cameras roll See their shoulders strain below the weight of the spades Stereo plays for a funeral They say the moon is nearly full They see their eyes are nearly dry They know how wonderful, how wonderful it is To be alive tonight I leave myself to the earth To the air To the ashes It's my time It's my design It's my turn And I know I won't be loved I won't be saved I won't be noticed Until I learn to love But I hate to learn To my best beloved I do bequeath All the anguish and the irony And all the things we never meant And those we set out to prevent I leave the twisted bittersands Send solemn grace of consequence The hand he lent ungratefully I don't intend to take away with me He had a solid alibi You know I never saw him cry I leave myself to the earth To the air And to the ashes It's my time It's my design It's my turn (Oh it's my turn and I know I) And I know I won’t be loved I won't be saved I won't be noticed Until I learn to love I hate to learn I hate to learn And the clock strikes one and my time is done And I know he won't miss me when I'm gone I just raise a toast to my sweet trevouse’ And feel glad that the chapter's closed When I'm gone I just raise a toast to my sweet trevouse’ And feel glad that the chapter's closed It's my early grave Where I wait for the light to let me in Here it comes around again (Here it comes around again) And I say Let the light shows and the sounds Of the orchestra begin My eternal requiem This is my early grave