It was a cold summers day
when your last drop fell onto the hard wooden floor
you took your last sip of red wine
and the last breath you would ever taste
the mind wonders with no sense of care
'cause of course you're gonna die sooner or later
face turning pale as a dusty window seal
finger tips throbbing in such numbness
toes cracking with every step you take
like a laminated book cover never been opened
the heart pounding slowly
following every beat that the drop of water coming down onto the sink
your eyes are so bleached and dry
a tear i see coming down from your eye
slipping away from your cold cheeks
but your hair so healthy and long
to bad you're going to die just like rest of us
in this cold summer day
