Faces of Death

Those shadowy face of death
Before me like headlights
Of oncoming cars
Hands stretching out
Across hours and days
I only ask what is owed to me
Because I know
There’s no such thing
As endless love
I know
There’s no such thing
As endless love
Only a joke told in very poor taste
Somehow keeps crackin' me up
Give me the room to relax
Crawl off to sleep like there’s nobody else
Let me be fictional once in a while
Talk to myself like a diplomat
Because I know
There’s no such thing
As endless love
I know
There’s no such thing
As endless love
Only a joke told in very poor taste
Somehow keeps crackin' me up