While I shower and shave night is growing old; as I recount my days you simply count and coldly mark time.
This performance in fact last, and sweetly in vain so human, dressed and packed. Let me entertain you one more time.
You watch it turn from dark to dawn, you don't seem to need much sleep. You're unconcerned. Day is breaking like a wave and the water's much too deep.
More faithful still than God or man, quietly you're clocking me. Ordained to fill a baneful hourglass without pause and without grief.
If Heaven can wait talk to Fate - give me just one more day. As you attend, won't you please, won't you bend, won't you stay this breach? This gold to airy thinness beat.
You watch it turn from dark to dawn. Eyes and lips and hands I forsake. You will endure long after we are gone and these hearts and this wave will break.