Son C

Death walks by, an inch from your face
Then it's gone
Life arrives, smarts at the taste
Then it sobs
Money talks, with that accent you hate
Then it snorts
Here comes God, he is just as you thought
He is old

And the future lies still and quiet
Underneath the bed at night

Postcards of the past that you owned
Now are mine
A ship sinks and all the shit that was in it
Floats by (bye)
I know you'd be useless
And that you'd be used
To watch from the mast and consider
Is all that I do

And the future lies still and quiet
Underneath the bed at night
I know the hearts you'll break
And the mistakes you'll make
Still the future lies still and quiet
Underneath the bed at night...