Break some bread
The nights been blessed with an neverending mess
But nonetheless
End come too soon

Sweet concubine
The nights divine in an neverending line
Of lovers
End come to soon

On the cusp
The both of us
Without any 'maybes' but 'musts'
To carry us
To the end too soon

Ink begins to blot
My eyes are bloodshot
They've seen things they wish they had not,
But it won't stop
The end come to soon

Whose butter-fingers read me like Braille,
Whose dirty mouth have would have made Mary hail?
Whose wholesome heart had bogged down on me?
We wash your streamers into such herrings
You skin looked waxen in the fading light
Moved down (me), dancing
Like a sailing kite

Ooh
Yeah-o, Yeah-o, Yeah-o, Yeah-o...

End come soon end come too soon
End come too soon end come too soon

End come too soon
It comes too soon
It comes too soon
It comes too soon
Too soon
Too soon
It's too soon
...

The end come too soon