DEATH-WATCH

Words and tune byZan

Electric light stabs cruelly, into tired eyes.
You look at your clock, and it tells you lies.
Has the doctor been yet, or is he still on his way?
Is this tomorrow..is it yesterday?

Hours turn to days while the years turn to minutes
on the Death-Watch.

All his strength consumed now, by the fire that burns within,
Undeserved penance, for an unknown sin.
Frail shrunken body, features lined and grey,
Can I give up tomorrow, if I hold on to yesterday?

Hours turn to days while the years turn to minutes
on the Death-Watch.

[There is nothing we can do now, any moment could be the last.]
Shy away from the future, 'cause you can't face the past.
[You can double the dosage, there's no way it can harm him now.]
Force some water between his lips, wipe the sweat from his brow...

INSTRUMENTAL

Pale morning light shines, on a figure now still and cold.
No suffering here now, the long tale is told.
Soon the undertaker will come to carry him away.
How can I face tomorrow, after yesterday?

Hours turn to days while the years turn to minutes
on the Death-Watch.
Hours turn to days while the years turn to seconds
on the Death-Watch.