Reflecting from my deathbed, <br />I'm balancing life's riches, against the ditches <br />And the flat gray years in between <br />All I can see are the never laid, <br />That's the never played symphonies <br /><br />I can't see those who tried to love me, <br />Or those who felt they understood me <br />And I can't see those who <br />Very patiently, put up with me <br /><br />All I can see are the never laid, <br />Or the never played symphonies <br /><br />You were one <br />You were meant to be one, <br />And you jumped into my face <br />And laughed and kissed me on the cheek <br />And then were gone, forever, not quite <br /><br />Black sky in the daytime <br />And I don't much mind dying, <br />When there is nothing left to care for, anymore <br />Just the never laid <br />The never played symphonies <br /><br />You were one <br />You knew you were one <br />And you slipped right through my fingers <br />No not literally, <br />But metaphorically <br />And now you're all I see, as the light fades
