Last Sunday, I made it to sixty-five
A decent achievement for sure.
Apart from the cough
And the chills, I'm alive
And ready for twenty years more.
A decent achievement for sure.
Apart from the cough
And the chills, I'm alive
And ready for twenty years more.
Tuesday, I found I just couldn't breathe
An achievement just grabbing some air.
The cough was so bad
The fever was mad
But I fought it back, fair and square.
An achievement just grabbing some air.
The cough was so bad
The fever was mad
But I fought it back, fair and square.
Thursday they came and took me away
To a Bedlam they called I. T. U.
Liquid lead in my lungs
An unbearable weight
I'm still fighting - what else can I do?
To a Bedlam they called I. T. U.
Liquid lead in my lungs
An unbearable weight
I'm still fighting - what else can I do?
Friday was worse - the nurses amazing
Their dark-circled eyes red and raw.
Constant, professional,
Caring, compassionate
Never believed in angels before.
Their dark-circled eyes red and raw.
Constant, professional,
Caring, compassionate
Never believed in angels before.
Saturday came like a dream, a mirage
Ventilation at last to help me through.
But when I awoke
On that cold Sunday morn
I was no longer in I. T. U.
Ventilation at last to help me through.
But when I awoke
On that cold Sunday morn
I was no longer in I. T. U.
Too old they said - small chance of survival
Sedation, and now I am weary.
Through the haze of the drug
I can just hear them say:
"The Nightingale - hurry, he's nearly..."
Sedation, and now I am weary.
Through the haze of the drug
I can just hear them say:
"The Nightingale - hurry, he's nearly..."
There is no more, as I head for the door
In the mist of confusion, time slowed.
I strained hard to hear
The Nightingale's song
As I head out on this one-way road.
End/
In the mist of confusion, time slowed.
I strained hard to hear
The Nightingale's song
As I head out on this one-way road.
End/
Pretty fucking depressing, but I blame the insomnia.
