death (142)

its snowing outside, so cold that it stings
the drunks down in the lobby are laughing like kings
up to the fifth floor I knew this time will be the last
sister answered the door said he's going fast

he must be more than half the way gone
his botlle of morphine helping him on
so sick and grey, hard to see him that way
even though i didn't knew him well

i saw flowers of death in his eyes
i would ask him what he sees is there another side
but he's already said goodbye
i can see the flowers of death in his eyes

his sister's thinking about the trip back home,
theres gonna be a lot of things for her to do
there's a new mattress in the hall that he's never gonna use
maybe there's someone that i could give it to

he can't talk anymore so i'll sit here for a while
i'll be cut down one day, too maybe soon. its hard to tell
\ if we make death our friend he could be more kind in the end,
but we won't know where or when he's coming through.

i saw flowers of death in his eyes
i would ask him what he sees is there another side
but he's already said goodbye
i can see the flowers of death in his eyes